Sticky Icky (Roll Det) lyrics

[Chorus]
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky

[Verse 1]
Roll some gas, let's get f*cking high
Bad b*tches smoking za za
Rental car turned to a hot box
Smelling like a pound when I walk by
This one make me feel like I can fly
b*tch I'm too f*ckin' high, I think I'm seeing god
I'm in my own zone, look at me in my eyes
If you think you smoke my weed, then you a lie
b*tch I'm the plug, I keep some zips in my purse
Smoking gas, you hoes be smoking dirt
I ain't high enough, I think I need a perc
Hold on, yeah, I think that worked
Hold on, yeah, used to be hurt
A n*gga broke my heart I couldn't even go to work
I said f*ck all that sh*t, I gotta make some work
Got off my ass and ever since then, I'vе been f*cking turnt
I'm with my homegirls, where thе n*ggas with the pistols?
Me and my b*tches smoke more weed than half these n*ggas
I got the gas, where the lighter? Where some swishers?
I ain't smoking if the zaza ain't official
[Chorus]
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky

[Verse 2]
n*ggas always wanna smoke and be cool
I'm real quiet, but the turntest in the room
At the function smell like weed and perfume
With my b*tches, where the hoes? Where the food?
Dirty ass, I don't wanna talk to you
All in my ear, with them dusty ass shoes
Smiling in my face, that crooked ass tooth
I'm on some high sh*t, man, I'm through

[Bridge]
b*tch I'm high as f*ck, b*tch I'm high as f*ck
b*tch I'm high as f*ck, b*tch I'm high as f*ck
b*tch I'm high as f*ck, b*tch I'm high as f*ck
b*tch I'm high as f*ck, b*tch I'm high as f*ck

[Verse 3]
Thought I was done, but I came back again
I'm high as f*ck, and my sista's off the hen
f*ck everybody, I don't need no new friends
I got some b*tches that'll split a whole wig
Smoke a blunt with my n*gga, then get some di*k
In my own zone, higher than a b*tch
Remember when I used to think 'bout hitting licks
Now I'm turnt these hoes sick

[Chorus]
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky