Icky

(Do we get some medals?) Paper, yeah, I love it Guappin', out in public Runnin' to the guap, you run from it Dumb B don't want zop's, get away from me! (Hey Seepy, do we get some medals?) Paper, yeah, I love it Guappin', out in public Runnin' to the guap, you run from it Dumb B don't want zop's, get away from me! I don't start my day off with a blunt Start my day off, pop a Vicky, make a stunt Love the Vicky, shit get icky, I don't front Bitch, I'm never picky, yeah, I'm like a-, I'ma grunt Need a Molly Queen, need a 'Rari Fuck the fucking scene, and fuck Bari Got a Pepsi with a pressie, sorry Sike! I'm never sorry, bitch, adore me! If you overdose on my shit, I ain't really sorry Shit get icky out here, you know, that's the truth Me and Octi makin' hits when we in the booth I don't got time to talk, bitch, we steady making moves I don't got time to talk, I got money on my mind I'm counting up hundreds, bitch, you counting dimes I'm counting to a million, bitch, you counting pennies Broke-ass-bitch at the store using Pennies They used to hate on me 'cause they didn't understand me I'm tryna get rich, I don't care about a Grammy And if I win that shit, I'll still sell pressed Xan's I don't give a fuck, bitch, I just want the bands I don't start my day off with a blunt Start my day off, pop a Vicky, make a stunt Love the Vicky, shit get icky, I don't front Bitch, I'm never picky, yeah, I'm like a-, I'ma grunt