EMERGENCY! - Sik World

Yeah

Sik World bitch, you ain’t heard of me?

Yeah that’s a lie, that’s absurd to me

Get the fuck out, you better move with urgency

'Fore I bug out, and cause a damn emergency

You independent rappers better learn from me

I got hella major labels tryin' to work with me

And nowadays, a hundred pay straight dirt to me

That’s boss talk, I say it with certainty, bitch

Y’all better back down, I’m getting hella money every year, I’ma cash out

I’m slowly striking anybody asking for hand-outs

So when you see me in public, I know you gon' fan out

I’m in the bathroom stall with my pants down

I’m getting head from your girl, and she’s sticking her ass out

No WWE but she’s about to get smacked down

No wishes so I’m late, I know you can just pass out

Shouldn’t of been talking

Bitch, I do this shit often

When you see me, better walk with precaution

I’ma lay the beat inside of a coffin

Bitch I came to feast on all of you artists

Just admit defeat, that would be the smartest

You gon' pay the fee, there isn’t a bargain

Suck my D-I-C-K until it hardens

When you get money you become a target

So I stay lowkey, I do it regardless

Bitch I’m living dreams, you’re not gon' have started

You’re about to see the Joker in Gotham

You’ll look up and see «I think it’s a Robin»

Knows it’s Sik World, he’s causing hella problems

I’ma kill your team this time, no responding

Ravish your scheme, but they get no responses

Where is my crown?

Bitch, know that I’m king

See me rebound, I ball like Kyrie

It’s me, myself and I say hi to my team

Step aside when I arrive or I might leap

When I check my Spotify and see my streams

My eyes get hella wide because of what they see

These guys tryin' to deny all the hype that I bring

Are guys who careers died and they ain’t in my league, oh

You salty bitch, I like white girls like Halsey, bitch

Tryin' to play me, that’s ballsy, bitch

Blah-blah-blah, stop talking bitch

I’ll feel bumpy but the flow’s so nice

These internet trolls, they ain’t got no life

Dumb lames on the gram, mad with no likes

I can tell you’ve been bitch-made your whole life

My suitcase is all Gucci’d out

Y’all just saw, I bought a new house

That girl on Snap?

I flew her out

After I smashed, I threw her out

I get her hot, and I cool it down

I’m traveling, I move around

I’m me, I don’t care who’s around

You used to win, but you losin' now

Simply put, pay me my respect

This is bigger than some money or a check

This a decade independent being pressed

No co-sign and feature, and still got ahead

It’s for ownership and not giving a percent

It’s self-belief and accepting nothing less

I don’t live in debt, my daughter is set

I am hella blessed, I flex on my ex

Woo, haha

Yeah, it’s not a Sik World song if I don’t mention my ex, right?

Haha, yo yo