Bush - Normal n***as Make Me Sick lyrics

[Intro: Yung Simmie] One time for my normal n***as Follow me @therealsimmie, man Don't mind the gunshots, them just for the normal n***as, they hatin', you feel me? I'mma cross that line, man Yung Simmie! Uh, whoo!, whoo!, whoo! [Hook: Yung Simmie] Money over any b**h, chase this paper, chase no b**h n***as on that same sh**, you normal n***as make me sick Rider gang, she ride my dick, that's all I give, don't ask for sh** n***as on that same sh**, you normal n***as make me sick Bum Bum Bum! You normal n***as make me sick You normal n***as make me sick Bum Bum Bum! You normal n***as make me sick It's rider gang, she ride my dick, that's all I give, don't ask for sh** [Verse 1:] In my own zone, blowin' that dro Only chase paper, never chase hoes n***as is wack and n***as is normal If murder she wrote, I stay with my journal GMT mob b**h, them n***as like hurdles Actions speak louder, I never been verbal Never been social, blowin' that purple Stay with the shells, gas station turtle Tatted up, hair back, Vans and a snapback James Bond swag, I'm fly as a jetpack So abnormal, the swag make 'em step back If you want beef, then I run with the Big Mac Cause I am a big mack Her head on my sixpack, she never forget that Run with the big Glock, no more n***as waste time Word to my g, Shock, who gon' make me stop? GMT three hot, eat 'em like Wingstop No more n***as get popped, no more n***as ain't sh** No more n***as chase b**h, n***as on that same sh** Me, I'm tryin' to get rich, me, I'm tryin' to get paid Seven days of the week, workin' to the next day Yung Simmie Sosa go nuts like a payday No more n***as ain't sh**, n***as on that same sh** Me, I'm tryin' to get rich, I don't chase no b**h [Hook] [Verse 2: Bush] Now who you n***as think ya'll foolin'? I paid these refs off, stupid, so I know I ain't losin' I take your chick and introduce her to my rider gang, n***a No Amber Cole, but she do her thing, now that's that rider brain, n***a Okay now, money over everything, chase this paper, never women God as my witness, I'm all about the green like a Celtic These normal n***as walkin', talkin', they jockin' my swagger And I'm just ballin' on these n***as like 41 for the Mavericks Catch me gettin' faded, lookin' for your girl head like I'm about to braid it Normal n***as can't do it, that's why they in the back hatin' Hold on, little buddy, I say it to the back like Ms. Rosie It's real n***as in the front, you better act like you know me Ballin' on these n***as just like I'm Kobe, ah! [Hook]