Icky Vicky Vibes 2 Lyrics

(Cmon)

Aye, uh

I hate a helped some niggas out so they can eat but they compete with me

We all supposed to shine like EST so ima keep my G

I'll still got bitches on they knees they suckin D they tryna taste my genes

Sliding with my brothers in that Range i feel like Baby Keem

I might sing but choppa give your ass some pain and put you on a T

She want double Cs she claim she'll never change so i might play Celine

We just poured a 3 then i caught some Zs why did i drink the lean?

Out in Vegas i look like a Raider when i'm in LV

Them niggas think they great but i'm greater should i flex some cheese?

Smoking trees if you ain't talking paper then you gotta leave

I ain't talkin Swizz but i be killin beats i think i got the keys

And this is not no Ruger this a glocky with the reticle

If a nigga tryna touch my karats turn him to a vegetable

Ion wanna hit make bitches eat the dick like it's a edible

Ion want that blick if it don't got no stick it's unacceptable

I be talkin shit i like when she spit but i hate messy hoes

Ion speak no spanish i might vanish go to Mexico

Bad bitch met her at the Ritz but i ain't crack her though

Eating Ruth Chris hunnit dollar dish this ain't no casserole

Rip Nip every time i sip i double up my cup

Lets get rich every time i spend a thou it feel like a hunnit bucks

A hunnit rounds for niggas talkin down i'm tryna run it up

Man what the fuck why that nigga cuff you know she a slut

I can't say no names but me and gang we was in her guts

Smokin Runtz you can't hit my blunt i'm just being blunt

Doing bitches trife i told em it's for life but only hit em once

That nigga buff but why he talkin tough like ion got my gun?

Like it don't got no drum

(Uh) i can't go for nun

I put 80 in so it don't jam but this bitch hold a hun

You be kissin on that hoe i put my sons right on her tongue

I can't say i'm winning until i give them millions to my mom (Uh)

How the i'm sinning mixing Christian with the Fear of God?

Used to get up in my feelings pop a pill then i feel alive

Now i'm chillin everything i smoke expensive i be getting high

Off-Whites wore em on my flight now i'm feeling fly

I might hit the drank and go record now i'm punching lines

I brought the (Ahh) we ain't finna box you can punch four five

And all these bitches bops they so icky give me vicky vibes

I just get the top i hate snitches i can't 69

I can't call you opp you beefing bout a thot you better go and cry

You a cop all you do is talk and you be telling lies

When i say i brought the chop i ain't talkin bout no cutting knife