Lyrics

6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick

On the phone, you go and told me
"I'm waiting tables"
When your ass so able
When shit don't sound stable
My label, accomplished it
I'm bout to run this shit
In fact, I warned you bitch
I'll make your tummy sick

I'm on some evil shit
Own that shit, scheme that shit
Demons talk to me
So thats who I'm leaving with
If you can't feed a bitch
Then you don't need a bitch
I'mma slit your wrist
I'mma slit your wrist

Be quiet little lamb
I need you for tonight
Wanna take a ride with me?
No thats the wrong seat
First I tie ya hands and feet
Shh, don't make a peep
Blow on something, they can see
That we rocking to the beat

6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick

Cars in a circle
Little lamb in the middle
All the head lights, so bright
We ain't cast a shadow off it
Cars in a circle
Little lamb in the middle

All the head lights, so bright
We ain't cast a shadow off it
I'm looking and peeping
No reason for rushing
I came, and licked it
And this is so vicious
I give it, to hold it
But no you don't need it
So give that shit raw bitch

You get down for me
By your neck up and hold it
You had it, you felt it
You know you bout to fall out sophina
And when I grow old and shit
Young bloods still know this shit
There is more evil then sits in the corridor
I'm on some coke, and some dope

And that coping shit
Gimme that codeine fast
I wan't that numbing shit
Evil round goes around
Peaking in doors and shit
Looking for ho's
And this bitch I am over it

6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick
6 Car pile up, just a mile up
Sick sick sick sick