ICKY ICKY lyrics

[Intro: Etika & MOL$]
Am I strong enough to do that?
Oh my God, I'm so strong now
Jesus f*cking Christ, I did that with no effort
Zero, I'm sorry man, I think I need to order another tank top
I really liked this tank top
Damn, I didn't think I would be that strong to f*ckin' just rip it
I didn't even have a hole in it, I just f*ckin' ripped it
It's that easy now? n*gga, f*ck
Woah

[Chorus: MOL$]
I think your ho', she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah

[Verse 1: MOL$]
Okay like, bad b*tch, she Heaven sent
You broke, you got seven cents
God gave me his Leatherman
And told me never let 'em in
I've been making paper like a monеy machine
That b*tch white like Dylan Brady, got mе feeling so clean
When I walk up on the promenade, I do what I want
These b*tches see me and they want my bod, like oh my good God
This lil' boy MOL$, he kinda cute, but damn he flexin' a lot
That's 'cause I came up from the dirt and now I'm coppin' a lot
I said, ayy, grab you by the heart like I was Killua
Leave you in the dark, then power up like Tony Stark
Wait this hook about to start
Cut you down like I was Marth
I got hoes in every time zone and they're tearing me apart
[Chorus: MOL$]
I think your ho', she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah

[Verse 2: Wonder]
Okay, I pull up with that lil' hoe
b*tch, f*ck you, I'm on for my bros
That hoe gon' try to come for my throat
We gon' pull up and drop 'em, b*tch, I might go
Okay, they thinkin' I'm mad, but I got they b*tch on my di*k tip
I don't got choppas but I still really wanna talk sh*t
I don't f*ck with you because you gotta get a grip, b*tch
You think you talkin' and I'ma drop 'em in a moshpit
Okay, like b*tch get off my di*k if you wan' f*ck with my dough
I don't spend a lot of money, baby, all my chains is faux
That boy don't know how to rap, give him a slap on the wrist
And I don't know, I don't know what's next, just wan' flash in the drip
Okay, I f*ck pussies up, I ain't trippin' 'bout the bucks
I ain't dumb, if you got time I think we can go knuckle up
And I've been f*ckin' around and that b*tch get so mad
I ain't get tired of that hoe unless she throw ass
I've been waiting to get it, I want cat so bad
If we pull up on lil' bro, then he tip so bad
[Chorus: MOL$]
I think your ho', she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin blickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah

[Outro: Etika]
I gotta call the cops
Hello? There's been a murder
n*gga, f*ck
Allison, can you explain what internet is?