Only Spicy
Out of the city now vicky major
Biting on me like a gator
Hating on me you a hater
I be on top
Like I'm running for mayor
Play the game cause I'm a player
Bout to blow up cause it sound like a banger
When I was down you was acting a stranger
Now you is coming with anger
Now the energy different
They got to stay up on my best side
Where was you when I was stranded fighting on the west side
Creeping on my gram thats why my bitches call you left eye
Know that you a fan they trying to clock me
Baby next time
Bitches would pop out when I would cop the casamigos
Now im in my bag they never show
They not really amigos
Vicky flyer than eagles
They shitty like a seagull
You my dog like a beagle
So I dont pop out contigo
Vicky so hot bitch I do it for fun
I run the city like Natalie Nunn
Chasing my dreams you be sleep like a bum
Always gonna stick like you chewing on gum gum
Dumb
Im going dumb
Flow is so cold
Ear going numb
Just like Beyoncè I be on the run
Dont be talking that shit with my name on your tongue uh
Everybody hated
But fuck it cause nigga we made it
I whip a mercedes
Live at the retreat and its gated
I smoke so much my eyes stay red like I need vizine
I know I made it far
But its still hard to do the right thing
Best stay up on yo side the other grass aint always bright green
Wanna get up out the hood but thats the only place they like me
Italian beef with extra cheese and peppers only spicy
Only place I know where niggas doing crimes to get indicted
I got sauce my water dripping out the faucet
We done came so far it feel like niggas never took no losses
Got up off the block but niggas on the campus still crossed me
One thing that I learned is you cant die slow and kill softly
Mama call me ask me how I feel
Dont know what to say for real
Knew the love was fake
But I aint know that all the hate was real
Watch out for them snakes
They trying to eat up off my plate for real
Ballin like Im Kobe
Only difference im a laker still
Everybody hated
But fuck it cause nigga we made it
I whip a mercedes
Live at the retreat and its gated
I smoke so much my eyes stay red like I need vizine
I know I made it far
But its still hard to do the right thing
Best stay up on yo side the other grass aint always bright green
Wanna get up out the hood but thats the only place they like me
Italian beef with extra cheese and peppers only spicy
Only place I know where niggas doing crimes to get indicted
Biting on me like a gator
Hating on me you a hater
I be on top
Like I'm running for mayor
Play the game cause I'm a player
Bout to blow up cause it sound like a banger
When I was down you was acting a stranger
Now you is coming with anger
Now the energy different
They got to stay up on my best side
Where was you when I was stranded fighting on the west side
Creeping on my gram thats why my bitches call you left eye
Know that you a fan they trying to clock me
Baby next time
Bitches would pop out when I would cop the casamigos
Now im in my bag they never show
They not really amigos
Vicky flyer than eagles
They shitty like a seagull
You my dog like a beagle
So I dont pop out contigo
Vicky so hot bitch I do it for fun
I run the city like Natalie Nunn
Chasing my dreams you be sleep like a bum
Always gonna stick like you chewing on gum gum
Dumb
Im going dumb
Flow is so cold
Ear going numb
Just like Beyoncè I be on the run
Dont be talking that shit with my name on your tongue uh
Everybody hated
But fuck it cause nigga we made it
I whip a mercedes
Live at the retreat and its gated
I smoke so much my eyes stay red like I need vizine
I know I made it far
But its still hard to do the right thing
Best stay up on yo side the other grass aint always bright green
Wanna get up out the hood but thats the only place they like me
Italian beef with extra cheese and peppers only spicy
Only place I know where niggas doing crimes to get indicted
I got sauce my water dripping out the faucet
We done came so far it feel like niggas never took no losses
Got up off the block but niggas on the campus still crossed me
One thing that I learned is you cant die slow and kill softly
Mama call me ask me how I feel
Dont know what to say for real
Knew the love was fake
But I aint know that all the hate was real
Watch out for them snakes
They trying to eat up off my plate for real
Ballin like Im Kobe
Only difference im a laker still
Everybody hated
But fuck it cause nigga we made it
I whip a mercedes
Live at the retreat and its gated
I smoke so much my eyes stay red like I need vizine
I know I made it far
But its still hard to do the right thing
Best stay up on yo side the other grass aint always bright green
Wanna get up out the hood but thats the only place they like me
Italian beef with extra cheese and peppers only spicy
Only place I know where niggas doing crimes to get indicted
Credits
Writer(s): Vicky Tingz
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