ICKY ICKY

I think yo hoe, she wanna kiss me How y'all saying she was picky I got two twin glickies See my bank its icky icky I think yo hoe, she wanna kiss me How y'all saying she was picky I got two twin glickies See my bank its icky icky Okay like bad bitch she heaven sent You broke you got 7 cents God gave me his letterman And told me never let em in I been making paper like a Money Machine Dat bitch white like Dylan Brady got me feeling so clean When I'm walking on the promenade I do what I want These bitches see me and they want my bod like I'm my good God This lil boys mol$ he kinda cute but damn he felxing a lot That's cuz I came up from the dirt and now I'm copping a lot Grab you by the heart like I was killua Leave you in the dark Power up like I was Tony stark Wait this book about to start Cut you down like I was marth I got hoes in Everytime zone and they tearing me apart yea i pull up with that lil hoe bitch f******u im all for my bros that hoe gonntry to come for my throat we gon pull up and then drop em bitch on my go they thinkin im mad but i got they bitch on my dick tip i dont got choppas but i still really wanna talk shit i dont fuck with you because u gotta get a grip bitch if they keep talking then imma drop em in the moshpit bitch get off my dick if u wan fuck w my dough i dont spend a lot a money baby all my chains is faux that boy dont know how to rap give him a slap on the wrist i dont know i dont know whats next just want the flash and the drip fuck pussies up i aint tripping about the bucks i aint dumb if u got time i think we can go knuckle up i been fucking around and that bitch get so mad i aint give time to dat hoe unless she throw ass i been waiting to get it i want cash so bad if we pull up on lil bro then he tip toe back