Icky Vicky

Trippie Redd

Album Mobile Pussy Suit

Intro

Yeah, yeah
No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap (Yeah)

Chorus: Trippie Redd

I don’t fuck with these niggas ’cause they so iffy iffy
Don’t get caught up in situations so sticky sticky (So sticky)
All alone out in traffic I keep my blicky blicky (Boom boom boom)
Yeah, ride with my lil’ icky vicky (Yeah)
Tryna elevate, yeah, high like a hippy hippy (Hippy)
Hit that bitch from the back and then I dippy dippy (Dippy dippy)
All I need is two cups and then I sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I’m feeling loose today, tryna get trippy trippy (Trippy trippy, yeah)

Verse 1: Trippie Redd

I’m moon-walking in Chanel (In Chanel)
I’m in the hold for myself I can’t go to jail (Go to jail)
They tryna lock me away and give me no bail (Give no bail)
And if the day come, then I’ma give ’em hell (Yeah)
Just know I’ma stay silent and never gon’ tell (Yeah)
You tryna stop me you gon’ F.A.I.L
Fear of God on my body but I ain’t scared to go to hell
I ain’t do nothing wrong so I’ma let that shit prevail, yeah

Chorus: Trippie Redd

I don’t fuck with these niggas ’cause they so iffy iffy
Don’t get caught up in situations so sticky sticky (So sticky)
All alone out in traffic I keep my blicky blicky (Boom boom boom)
Yeah, ride with my lil’ icky vicky (Yeah)
Tryna elevate, yeah, high like a hippy hippy (Hippy)
Hit that bitch from the back and then I dippy dippy (Dippy dippy)
All I need is two cups and then I sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I’m feeling loose today, tryna get trippy trippy (Trippy trippy, yeah)

Verse 2: Rich the Kid

Foreign bitch I’ma make her licky licky (Licky licky)
Copped a pint, I’m gettin’ sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I got that lil bitch Chanel you thought I was trippin’ (Thought I was trippin’)
She fucked the whole team, why you thought you was different (What)
Drippy, drippy (Drippy, drippy), pussy slipping (Pussy slipping)
Fucked her in the Ghost, she put her back in it (Put her back in it)
Bought a new safe, I put the racks in it (Racks, racks)
Money, money got these bitches trippy, trippy (Rich)

Chorus: Trippie Redd

I don’t fuck with these niggas ’cause they so iffy iffy
Don’t get caught up in situations so sticky sticky (So sticky)
All alone out in traffic I keep my blicky blicky (Boom boom boom)
Yeah, ride with my lil’ icky vicky (Yeah)
Tryna elevate, yeah, high like a hippy hippy (Hippy)
Hit that bitch from the back and then I dippy dippy (Dippy dippy)
All I need is two cups and then I sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I’m feeling loose today, tryna get trippy trippy (Trippy trippy, yeah)

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