[Lyric] I’m Sick (Adam Kane)

[Chorus: Adam Kane]
I know I’m sick
I don’t need a vax card
Haters on my dick (Yah)
They know I keep them stacks large
I don’t need a watch (No)
I know it’s time to get it (Let’s go!)
I’m focused on this guap
Have to call you in a minute (Hol’ up)
Put these bitches on hold
Pockets all swole
All expensive clothes
From the hat to the soles (Yessir!)
Lighten up your back (Pow!)
36 holes (Pow!)
Now I’m gone off with the pack
Then we skrrt off in the roads (Skrrt!)

[Verse 1: Adam Kane]
Scottie Pippin, all I do is dunk (Swish!)
Maggie Simpson, all she do is suck
Skype the plug (Hello?)
I said I need some dank (Now!)
So many colors in this cup
They look like Lisa Frank (Bow!)
Fuck, school, I feel like Pepper Ran (?)
Fuck, you, boy, I can’t shake your hand
Broke, lame [?]
Took some [?] medications
Now I’m booted up
All my racks on computers
Lemme boot ‘em up
Took my [?]
Bet they [?]
Back strokin’ through these duckins’ (?)
Scrooge & The Ducks (?)
I can’t fuck with Charlie Buckets
‘Cuz they broke as fuck
Whole gang some on ice
Like the The Mighty Ducks
Lemme try and put it nice
Bro, you fucking suck
Smoke an ounce, make it bounce
Like she playin’ Tennis (Tennis)
Fuck your party, it ain’t poppin less’ I’m fuckin’ in it (Facts!)
[Chorus: Adam Kane]
I know I’m sick (Achoo!)
I don’t need a vax card
Haters on my dick (Yah)
They know I keep them stacks large
I don’t need a watch (Woah)
I know it’s time to get it (Okay)
I’m focused on this guap (Yah)
Have to call you in a minute (Let’s go!)
Put these bitches on hold (Wait)
Pockets all swole
All expensive clothes
From the hat to the soles (Okay)
Lighten up your back (Pow!)
36 holes (Pow!)
Now I’m gone off with the pack
Then we skrrt of in the roads (Skrrt!)

[Verse 2: Matt Watson]
Hair slick, sick fish
She call me Chairman Mao (Woah!)
Your GF saw the duffel
Now she sayin, “Matthew, wow!”
Stacking all my chips
Now they tall, like a Paramount (Cha-Ching!)
Too much guacamole in my motherfucking bank account (Ohhh!)
Twisting the brown paper bag around my Twisted tea
McDonald’s drive thru
93 Lamborghi’ (Skrrt, skrrt!)
Popping my vitamins with the [?]
I don’t sip no lean, but I pull up to the scene like skrrt!
My besties they be the bestest
I’m blowing up the tab
And bouncing straight out the exit (Whoops!)
I’m digging in the yard and garden and growing lettuce (Green)
Bitch, I ain’t goin’ to your house [?]
(Yo, for real?)
Yeah
Move your feet, you’ll lose your seat (Ay, ay)
Bitch, you better not be talking to me! (Ay, ay)
[?] food I eat! (Ay, ay)
I don’t want to hear it, nah (Ay, ay)
I don’t wanna to see (Ay, ay)
Zip, zap, zah, when I’m on my beat
Drip, drip, drop [?] white jet ski (Ay, ay!)
Sick rap song with a psycho beat (Ay, ay!)
We back and we vax and we back in heat! (Woo!)
[Chorus: Adam Kane & Matt Watson]
I know I’m sick
I don’t need a vax card
Haters on my dick
They know I keep them stacks large
I don’t need a watch
I know it’s time to get it
I’m focused on this guap
Have to call you in a minute (Brring!)
Put these bitches on hold (Click!)
Pockets all swole
All expensive clothes
From the hat to the soles (Straight up)
Lighten up your back, 36 holes
Now I’m gone off with the pack
Then we skrrt off in the roads

[Verse 3: Adam Kane]
Cat, cat
This cat got me cocky
Feel like Rocky on the steps
No, they cannot stop me
Sippin’ drank up on the lawn, no it’s not some [?]
Smoking Bomb with your mom out in Nagasaki
Hit the 12 o’clock position on the [?]
In this life my only mission is to get it poppin’
Martha Stewart hit my line and she said “When you droppin’?”
I said, “Baby, give me time”
And then back to shopping
I don’t know what failure is ‘cuz it’s just not an option
Chopping up the [?] like I’m Eric Carston
[?] my car cuz I don’t mind what it’s really costing
Dentist hit my line and said I grind and I’m over flossin’
I just went online and had to copped some rain gear
Shawty said I’m wildin’, doesn’t even rain here!
Blowing bread, nose red like a reindeer
I went being from broke to being rich up in the same year (Achoo!)