[Intro]
You don't want it, nah
Elijah done did it again
You don’t want it, nah
[Chorus]
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don’t want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
[Verse 1]
Promise you don't want it, we got thirties, we gon' run you down
Used to a grab a dime of weed but I blow O's with Vicky now
Swervin' all through traffic with them ratchets, need to calm it down
I know that I'm well protected if I got Trae Pound around
I been workin' while you sleep, don’t ask me how I passed you
Thought that bitch was innocent ’til I seen what that cash do
They fuckin' for shoes, mmh
My pockets filled with them blues, mmh
My city hotter than June, mmh
More than three murders by noon, mmh
Lots of balloons, a whole lot of bodies
I miss Addy G and I miss Ladi Dadi
Whole lot of shots, bitch, that’s all you gon' hear
And I put that on God if somebody try me
I worked too hard for these jewels, too hard to shine
To straight let a fuck nigga rob me
We ain't like none of these rappers that's doin’ that cappin'
I bet you it's gon' be a homi', nigga
[Chorus]
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
[Verse 2]
A lot of artillery, nobody killing me
When we pull up, we gon' shoot, it's a movie (Clip)
Bad little bitch and I know that she feeling me
Ridin' this dick like a yellow Suzuki
Clear ones put up, got 'em right in the stash
She eatin' me up while I'm distributing
Boyfriend mad, he callin' her phone
She told him that he can go lay down in dookey
When I'm in the neighborhood, bitch, I'm elite
The glizzy gon' bang just like 808 beat
I'm backin' 'em down and bag on his head
Trae Pound still gon' hit him, all net from the three
Better not play no games with me
Real niggas gon' bang them things 'bout me
Real street nigga, I ain't like these rapper niggas
Better not try to get fame off me
Them Shinners, they is dangerous
Niggas better not try to get fame off us
Any nigga think 'bout tryin' us
Nigga must be high off angel dust
All I smoke is mary jane
But my white girl sniff cocaine and stuff
Movin' too fast, I forgot a few things
But I know that...
[Chorus]
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong
For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah
