Produced by prod.toni
Mixed & Mastered by @kxrito

Tek Risk

tiger woods

[Chorus]
I feel myself up on that loose leaf, I fear it’s just my thing
Choose myself, you can’t call me selfish — you would do the same damn thing
The same thing in my head pops up and it just sings
Nah, I can’t text, I’m busy — I know all I did was say “hey”

Why I feel I’m being set up?
Hey, set up — and just for fun
Bitch, you sick to your stomach if you think I’m gonna run straight into the sun (hold on!)
Fuh nigga, you think I’m sick? Nah, I ain’t running into the sun
Tell them people I’m done

Baby, you sick to your stomach when I say this shit is done — baby, then it’s done
Baby, you sick to your stomach when you make a mess and expect me to clean up the crumbs
B-baby, you sick to your stomach
W-wait!
Sick to you

[Verse 1]
You gotta move like me (yuh!)
You gotta move like me (yuh, yuh, yuh!)
But Dash, you move with too much speed — I cannot keep up with you, B (uh-uh!)
Look at time, yeah — check the clock, yeah — it’s ’bout time to stock
Stock up on cash, yeah, that shit rocks

[Bridge]
We thought you was locked in — keep it a buck
What happened?
Yeah, yeah — you a liar
Nah, aye, I see the problem — I’m flyest out here, I am not a rider (what got ’em?)
You can tell me different, but I wouldn’t listen — I got many, many problems (yo!)
Repetition is a demon (say huh!)
But repetition is the season (yeah!)

[Verse 2]
I smell a strange aroma — it’s gon’ be hell when I get home
Oh, mind your own business — stick to your code, you’ll be sittin’ on a throne (ha, hold on!)
Rappin’ ‘bout all of them dollars — let’s put it beneath us and see who is taller
Huh, like animals lookin’ for loose meat — I get a lil’ hungry when I see a lil’ dollar (okay!)
I’m in back of the lobby with all of my hoes
And these niggas keep texting — I holler
I can’t text, I’m busy, my bad — all I did was say “hey”

[Chorus – Repeat]
I feel myself up on that loose leaf, I fear it’s just my thing
Choose myself, you can’t call me selfish — you would do the same damn thing
The same thing in my head pops up and it just sings
Nah, I can’t text, I’m busy — I know all I did was say “hey”

Why I feel I’m being set up?
Hey, set up — and just for fun
Bitch, you sick to your stomach if you think I’m gonna run straight into the sun
Bitch, you sick to your stomach if you think I’m gonna run straight into the sun

Baby, you sick to your stomach when I say this shit is done — baby, then it’s done
Baby, you sick to your stomach when you make a mess and expect me to clean up the crumbs
B-baby, you sick to your stomach
W-wait!
Sick to you

SICK2YA

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