Icky vicky
• Written by Seanthasteppa
Icky vicky cause trouble to timmy turner
Hop skoch 410 they gotta burner
fresh start hip hop I’m a quick learner
big racks state facts no tina turner
I’m gettin mad they gettin cash I’m bout to crash
Hop out ona rocket I’m gone blast
Drivin fast going quick like lightnin McQueen
Droppin 40 I’m like Russell got a triple double
We do the dash so pull over now pop the bouble
Masked up one shot kill the whole team
Going ghost Mj shoot the whole beam
32 in LA that’s my throne now
I’m a king fuck a goat call my phone now
I’m so Detroit Ron Harper no Scottie Pippen
She like diamonds babygirl y u stay shining
I’m like nipsey get the bag take over city
Nigga say he in the field but can’t send bullets
da way I shoot u woulda thought this was outta playbook
I’m chefin up one shot kill him like a crook
Ima blue ranger I can’t never my crib I gotta gadget put them bullets to ya fuckn head
I sold a pack to a junky but he wore number 7
Coughing to much it might send his ass to heaven
Ion need ya 70 cuz I’m shootin like devin
When I lost my og god sent his ass to heaven
Look like a legend when I take my shots
All u bitches slipping I’m cleaning like mops
I wanna be the don but can’t stay on top
got ambition like Floyd
We trippin just like toys
Gold on the buckle like bitch’s they make noise
Talk shit on the gram but at table’s we make noise
I’m like Kobe hold family so fuck ya Rollie
Mama told me to think bigger until my heart sold me
Gotta battle with a demon now we battle wit lebron
Got 30 in my clips y my brother wrist so strong
Legends come an go until the day that I move on