Icky Vicky Vibes

Oh, I thought of us (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 hunnid 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
 E'ry time they see me elevatin', they get teary-eyed
 Coulda lost my life a couple time, 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 God
 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
 E'ry 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
 20 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 lotta 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 lotta ho niggas wanna see me dead
 Hit my hoes at a hotel, they never seen my bed
 Huh, 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
 They go by F&F, I be by myself, that's when I'm at my best
 'Cause I can't call a lotta niggas to clean up my mess
 I hustle on my own, custo' on my phone, Needo on my other line
 My sister tired of her friend tellin' her her brother fine
 Mike Amiri who? Don't come near me, huh
 I be havin' days I only talk to Siri, huh
 I took the tint out my buff to see shit clearly
 Needo say I gotta go support my cousin at his hearin'
 I been in that room before, you know I feel you, bro
 It ain't never easy facin' time, you know I feel you, though
 It's only gon' make you stronger, it ain't kill you, bro, huh?
 Fss, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
 Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
 Huh, me versus me, huh?