Skilla Baby - Icky Vicky Vibes lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skilla Baby - Icky Vicky Vibes lyrics]
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 hundred 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
Every time they see me elevatin'
They get teary eyed
Could've lost my life a couple times
It was clearly God (Huh?)
Niggas fear the guys
Only thing I fеar is God
Only thing I hear is God when
I'm in my Fear of Gods
Beef'll makе 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
Every 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
Twenty 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 lot of 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 lot of ho niggas wanna see me dead
Hit my hoes at a hotel
They never seen my bed 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 lot of
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 hearing
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?
Me versus me huh?
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 hundred 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
Every time they see me elevatin'
They get teary eyed
Could've lost my life a couple times
It was clearly God (Huh?)
Niggas fear the guys
Only thing I fеar is God
Only thing I hear is God when
I'm in my Fear of Gods
Beef'll makе 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
Every 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
Twenty 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 lot of 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 lot of ho niggas wanna see me dead
Hit my hoes at a hotel
They never seen my bed 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 lot of
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 hearing
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?
Me versus me huh?