Gudda Gudda - Sick Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Okay, wake up in the morning Break a swisher Turn to a model like Eva Pigford Hop up out the bed in the Gucci slippers Tell MTV I'm a made n***a With all this dirty money, need a maid n***a If you think you a beast, my cage bigger True I see food, sick has checked out the ICU If you look into my eyes, red like T2 I'm about to shut it down, tell them n***as reboot Baby I could spend it all, it ain't sh** to recoupe In the building throwing money off the roof like juice Everyday's Christmas, you feel the presents I get right inside the building like it's September 11th Raise a gla** for the fallen, hope they get the message Ill said sick 'em, I told him get a medic [Chorus] I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of 'em all I'm the sickest of 'em all, you ain't sick at all 'Bout to turn into a beast, gon' sick 'em dog Gon' sick 'em dog, I'mma get 'em all I said I be getting off 'out to turn into a beast Gon' sick 'em dog [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yeah, I am at all the sickest one, I live this rap sh** like this gat sh** Women you would know the Gun, by high school I was so gone so drawn by the battle I would get a pa**, spit a punch little line, let a little lunch fly get to cla** Now there's no more of that, just me how I shoulda done right Ink said Hell no Gunz, what why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni? Catch the same body, with the same shotty, the same side of me, tears tatted under the same eye I go hard like I'm playing for the game, I know y'all n***as want to get in but you can't try Cause they got so many rich n***as in this Militia, that I could talk about a k**er like I can't die K I, if they gon' peep tell 'em peep up, bling But even with my upkeep, they couldn't keep up To think all that talking ain't dig a sinking ship n***as leaking Militia more than a sink'll drip But I don't think of sh**, I'm learning at this war Sometimes you gotta leave the bag burning at the door Cause now the joke is on you n***as, tryna kick the fire Cause now it's Cash Money and they all as sick as I am [Chorus] [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Money talks n***a, so what the f** you saying? Put up or shut up, if you ain't paying, you ain't playing 10 toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show, 7 shows in the week I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy Getting money, 100 thousand in the Louis duffy Together we live, divided we die Young Money, fly team boy we live in the sky My daddy said before he died, look a man in his eye Read 'em like a book, you can tell the truth from a lie Promised my mamma she'll be riding in the coupe 'fore I die And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie f** it I'm itching for the limelight And they say Gudda you should wait until the times right And I'm like nah n***a, I want it now, I want it now I'm not waiting Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like Satan so [Chorus]