icky vicky
These bitches icky, give me Vicky vibes
Shit, I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust Niggas 'round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up
When them demons slide, We come in disguise, We Identify, Homicide, We spend through yo block, Leave you traumatized
Niggas fake, think they plottin' on me, I'ma kill 'em all 2Pac, forgive me if my nigga play then I'ma kill my dawg
It must be a nigga job to hate on me, like they gotta do it Yeah, we off the lean, my bitch made me breakfast, and we got into it
My bitch barely complain, I'm really the problem Walked in the crib and broke her phone 'cause I feel like arguin'