Icky Vicky Vibes

Huh?

(Tariq)

Uh, huh

I grew up fast, I was thuggin' young

All my bitches wanna meet my mama 'cause they love her son

I'm a felon, still ridin' 'round with like a hundred guns

Put a different pair of shoes on and start another run

Huh? These bitches icky, give me Vicky vibes

Niggas Timmy odd and they give me pick me vibes

Every time they see me elevatin', they get teary eyed

Could've lost my life a couple times, it was clearly God (huh?)

Niggas fear the guys, only thing I fear is God

Only thing I hear is God when I'm in my Fear of Gods

Beef'll make these niggas hide, we come quick like Jimmy Johns

Put a sweet potato on the MAC like, "Nigga, pick your side"

We be tryna catch these niggas slippin', they don't never slide

You gotta know the revolution gon' be televised

It's a nigga somewhere with his phone out usin' metal eyes

Every week, I leave the state, I'm tryna find a better vibe (huh?)

Ah, I gotta hustle, I can't take no L

'Cause I gotta pay my bills and all my bitches want Chanel

Twenty thousand on my pendant, couple on my belt

Let my AR sing, it shake the table, call it K. Michelle

Nigga got a bitch I like, I steal her, Le'Veon Bell

I ain't got no weed for you to smoke, baby, I sell

I hope God gon' let me into heaven, I made it through hell

A lot of niggas wanna see me fall to say that I failed

Wake up, put my shoes on, baby get her Trues on

I be fresh to death, might put Mike Amiri on my tombstone

All my ARs fully, pull up by myself, get all the goons gone

I'ma move on if she don't wanna give me head

My big bro a Crip, he mad as hell he gotta sip the red

It's a lot of ho niggas wanna see me dead

Hit my hoes at a hotel, they never seen my bed

Me versus me

Huh? All my hoes like rich niggas

We ain't trippin' 'bout the hoes, you never see me with no simp niggas

All of us up six figures

Or at least we up enough to get you disfigured

My brother bleed, but I got a family full of Crip niggas