Icky Lyfestyle ft. Shootamann & Riccy Runtz Lyrics

No love in this shit

Gotta keep my fuckin' blick

In that city, it get sticky

It get sticky, I'm just a young nigga tryna touch a milly

It get sticky, you know a glock better than a fuckin' smitty

(Dumbass)

It get wicked

Bucu thoughts up on a nigga brain so I kill my kidney

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, I feel it

Post 'em up

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, I feel it

Run up some mo'

Yeah, dead nigga, roll 'em up then I pass it to bro

BSY gang, TOS, we put tags on toes

Yeah, yeah, we put tags on toes

TTG, Trained To Go

TTB, we Trained To Blow

Trained to blow, tryna go get 'em

Fuck 'em, when I see 'em

I'ma end 'em, I ain't sparrin'

This drac turn 'em to a dancer

Better ride round with yo' pants up

Yo' nigga died, pick ya' mans up

She tell me she love me, she sayin' stuff

I got it on, nigga, that shit on me

Watch how you speak to me, I'm yo' big homie

They tryna run game on me but I been on it

If that clip empty, I'ma reload it

He a fake gangster, he ain't on none

Say he got money, tell 'em show some

Say he got money, tell 'em blow some

Say he got money, tell 'em throw some

Ain't got time for talkin', I'm come get up on ya'

Put that stick up on ya'

I play defense, send that blitz up on ya'

We got smoke for free, nigga just let me know, that's if you want it

I get on my bully with the fully, tryna kill my opponent

I don't go nowhere without my cuddy

Can't be fucked with

If we fuckin', don't call me buddy

She ask bout ha' friend then I'm changin' the subject

I love when she hop on the dick like a bunny

Can't fuck me over, two things I'm dyin' for is my respect and my money

Huh

Type of gas, cough up 200

Nigga, you ain't gangster, you off that train, you just pop 200's

'Member last time we spinned niggas blocks, them niggas broke out runnin'

Doctor said I need to stop sippin' wok cause that's what hurt my tummy

You had sent yo' shooter on that mission, got wrapped like a mummy

If my brother tell me get 'em, I'ma go get 'em

Free my daddy, get 'em out that system

No banana but niggas keep tryin' me, I swear to God I'ma peal 'em

My sharks hungry, cookin' yo' ass for dinner

When we fuckin', she like, "can you be gentle?"