Icky Vicky Lyrics

Oh, I thought of untrue

A nigga, a nigga, a nigga uhhh

Send the shots, that's out the gate

The referee fucked up the play

That's off the rip

32 come out this Glock just like I'm Blake

There's some folks behind this ride

We gotta take them on a chase

Y'all still ain't get back for J7

Heard that pussy boy got faced

Damn

Yes lord

Up off the hip, I'm finna spray

This shit get sticky

Don't try to duck your fucking top

Before you end up like Lil Ricky

One to his hip, one to his waist

And leave that pussy boy twitching

I call that shit the Icky Vicky

I swear to God, I'm finna beat they fucking block

All that dissing on Lil Kendrick

They gon' get me, out my top

But fuck that shit just switch the flow

We run him down and up the score

I swing this k just like a rope

It ain't no running from my scope

I get to smiling like the joker

You done pulled the wrong card

Draco was doing all that dissing

Send J7 to the stars

I throw a dick on a G2

Them hallows spitting through your back

I'm never switching on the gang

And snake my dog if he a rat

That Icky Vicky, hol 50

Send them bitches to his hat

The way I bust this fucking Glock

It have you bouncing like a cat

My niggas really in this field

Boy, we really slinging iron

You put Lil Kendrick in a diss

Them hittas swanging through your blinds

Like fuck this shit for all that talk

We bringing out that white talk

A nigga feeling like ksoo

Make him do the bibby walk

Like fuck that shit, bring out the mops

We finna leave the city red

You say you smoking on Lil Kendrick

Better stand on what you said

Ain't supposed to speak up on this business

Boy, we smoking on your daddy

Stop trying to act like you a gangster

Pussy boy know you a faggot

Like fuck that shit, give me the one

They trying to go with all this rapping

These jhits they wanna be onna gram

Man they don't want no fucking stack

But either way, won't catch me lacking

Up This bitch I'm pistol packing

Throw on the switch, an automatic

Make him disappear like magic

You better duck your fucking top

Or this 4-5 it get to clapping

Hold on, I had to give dem dead opps

A moment of silence real quick

Smoking dead opps, that's to the face

These niggas bitches and they fold

And I can see it in they face

You wanna shoot, you wanna fight

Boy we can take it either way

You must ain't heard about da K

We really leave them DOAs

Dumb, nigga

A hundred shots, spit out this glizzy

Run him down, that's what percision

And face that boy for all that dissin

put that nigga out his misery

You know we smoking on j7

Landon and we smoking bukk

When I catch that nigga draco

I'ma send that nigga up

Oh, are you there

Oh, are you there

Bukk,k. Shug K

Everybody in the grave

Told y'all pussy niggas stop playing on me, man

Y'all done pushed the reaper out me, boy

Landon K., nigga