ICKY VICKY Lyrics

On that fuckin' road, 41 for my clock

Pretty bitch with me, she a queen, not a thot

When you on the block, nigga, look out for the one-two

She said I wasn't lyin' when I told you that I love you

I'ma get my get back on them niggas cuz I want to

Fah fah fah, that's the sound when them guns shoot

Heard them niggas throwin' shade, well, I'ma have to let my son loose

Roll up on a opp, I'ma put him in a blunt too

She want a Louis clutch, when I'm sippin', got me stuck

This bitch sticky-icky, I think that she wanna fuck

My bitch Icky-Vicky with a fuckin' mean mug

That's an awful lot of syrup, man, I feel like Desto Dubb

I'm designer head-to-toe, they wanna know what I got on

Keep the hammer on me close every time I hit the road, ayy

Bob the Builder nigga, I break a bitch and break a brick

Man, I hope this nigga don't test me cuz I keep a K with me

Double cross, back to the fuckin' basics

Pretty face, suck me out my fuckin' Asics

Denim Tears with my niggas deep, fuckin' slave ship

I don't know who killed Ricky, but he fuckin' famous

God, take this cup, I don't feel like drinkin'

Sip, baby, sip, please don't fuckin' drink it

Man, this whip it go 200, but I don't feel like racin'

She dancin', she got Almighty on her playlist

I was down bad with the green, I felt like Jason Tatum

What's that fuckin' smell, man, who ordered bacon?

If I ever take a loss, I fuckin' replace it

John Wick, I kill any nigga, try to take shit

Take shit

John Wick, kill any nigga, try to take shit

What's that fuckin' smell, man, who ordered bacon?

Baby said she love me, it ain't even phase me

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