David Haze - Sick with it cudi lyrics

[Verse 1: David Haze] Wavy trap n***a, I might whip a f**ing brick Retros on my cla**ic's and this b**h, she keep on asking No you can not join the wave hoe, can you please stop asking I done got famous, I might pull up in a Aston Hop up in that whip then I (skrrt skrrt !) on yo b**h (skrrrrt !) Coogi on my body, Got me feelin like I'm Biggie (ayy) b**h I'm f**in' poppin', I just autographed some tittes Condoms in my Bape luggage, Groupies f**in' Outta Chinatown, Gucci goggles with the spicy noodles Soon as the pack touch down, you know I maneuver [Hook] I got gold up on my chain and b**hes love it How come you don't drink, but stay poppin' the bubbly How come when I'm up, these b**hes lovey-dovey I'm gone off that big gas, I'm sippin' muddy I told 'em I'mma win cuz, I'm sick with it cudi [Verse 2: David Haze] Racing jet skis and the ice is Gretzky That is super cold, you might wanna cuff yo hoe I just poured a 4, suicidal doors She just slit her wrist Gucci on the kicks f** what they say, I'm Ray Lewis with the hits Codeine what I'm sippin', and this b**h she call me crazy I don't give a f**, cuz I'm David, that sh** wavy (skrrrrrrrt!) [Hook] I got gold up on my chain and b**hes love it How come you don't drink, but stay poppin' the bubbly How come when I'm up, these b**hes lovey-dovey I'm gone off that big gas, I'm sippin' muddy I told 'em I'mma win cuz, I'm sick with it cudi [Outro] Yea, I told 'em Imma win cuz I'm sick with this sh** cudi Gang n***a b**h!