Vickyy Lyrics

That pack a little short, but it hit just like gervonta Davis

If u talkin bout a payment it's on the floor, we can make arrangements

Bitches see us out in public, get to screamin', who that in them rangers

No security with the gang, in saks 5th you know we armed and dangerous

The feds tappin' iPhones, I need a pager I just hit the lil' parlay, I'm finna put

it on a wager Got headaches from mixin' flavors

Move to L.A. tryna ball just like the Lakers She just couldn't see the dream, I had to

clip her Stacked jeans with the zippers

Get fly as fuck, don't take no pictures I'm totin' somethin' big, have yo' face

above a scripture She got no morals on the liquor

Take his gun, remove the sticker I'm a straight cut nigga, don't want the pack cuhz it's a mixture

We gon' turn em to a, we gon', we gon' yop Yeah, we gon' turn em to a, hmm, we gon

Huh, we gon' turn em to a vickyy, shit ain on me bitch it's in me

Yeah yea I'm geekin in the Stu finna roll a trayfive in a zemi

Mr. Get on with the simi, in the lab like I'm with Morty

You might see me with a 40 or you could catch me with a yoppa

he ain't tryna bump into me, if I see him, I'ma pop him

Couple niggas on my list to go check in with that doctor

Ain insecure because she wear Prada

Take my granny to the zoo because she never seen a llama

Nigga, fuck a pool pic, I'm tryna post in the Bahamas

Ayy, when I get inside that cat, I'm a monster

I don't like to talk it out, I keep that G-man for the drama

Black turban, pop doe like Osama

I hit that skit a lil' easy, so you know I been plottin

Boy, you know 7-6-2s go through houses

And you can speak when you drop 30 on yo' couches

Tommy bubble hide, my Gleek with the pouches

Ayy, that nigga got knocked down on D, got routed

Ayy, that nigga fell off in the field, he got benched

Yeah, it's a yop in my jeans thats why I limp

Look tho

We gon' turn em to a..

Yeah, we gon' turn em to a..

Uh, we gon' turn em to a Vickyy

We gon' turn em to a Vickyy