Ick II ft. Mikky Vera Lyrics

I'm leading, you see me

Not TV, I'm bleeding

I'm getting the ick

They getting me sick I owe you a kiss

Your brother he owe me a fist

Yeah, you get the gist I'm giving assists

Im leading, you see me

Not TV, I'm bleeding

I'm getting the ick

They getting me sick I owe you a kiss

Your brother he owe me a fist

Yeah, you get the gist I'm giving assists

Jason Will, I take a pill

I pray to kill I

We were watching a flick

I'm watching the window

Paranoid, they know how it go

He wanted it so

I wanted his soul yeah, I need a Poe

Yeah, I need to cope

My flow is so cold yeah, I need a coat

Might dip, not talking Copenhagen

Home of the raven home evasions

He wanted to toke the Poe

Pain, needing an ibuprofen

He up in the stick we know what it is

That boy dirty, he need some soap

I got the bread yeah, I got a loaf

I got a hoe she want to elope

Yeah, we on our toes

Yeah, we on the low I used to be broke

I used to be tofu

Top two and I'm not you

Scary Hours Nosferatu

I got you, if you need it

You a baby you teething

You a addict you fiendish

Sunday morning you need it

Told bro I might leave it

Leave it all behind never tell them why

Told bro I might leave it

Leave it all behind never tell them why

I'm leading, you see me

On TV, I'm bleeding

I'm getting the ick

They getting me sick I owe you a kiss

Your brother he owe me a fist

Yeah, you get the gist I'm giving assists

Im leading, you see me

Not TV, I'm bleeding

I'm getting the ick

They getting me sick I owe you a kiss

Your brother he owe me a fist

Yeah, you get a gist

I owe you a kiss

Your brother he owe me a fist

Yeah, you get a gist I'm giving assists

Look, give em assists my brodie got hold of the moment like CoCo

She is a racquet something that I can not fathom

Holding the low pose

Put em in casket they just be knocking til death

Don't call the po-po

We move in silence shorty she back from the islands

Know the adobo

I got the spice, Ye got all the lights

Call her my my Pisces

Catching the flight, talking above em like height

Lookin like 5'3"

Can't put up a fight, when I'm in air outta sight

They cannot bite me

Fly like a kite, I just be piling the mics

Okay you bite me

Up in the attic they just be down in the trenches

Looking for scraps I'm jumping the fences

I'm the hedges talking to Mik on the phone

He told me to kill it I had to

Put me on calendars you pop out

The 23rd my bday

I'm getting the ick when you try to talk

I don't wanna play he say she say

She play Ishe on replay I'm okay with it

Uh uh uh uh uh

Long as my get my minutes

Long as I keep my image

Long as I keep this fire

Imma have to

Beat it beat it beat it beat it

Beat it beat it beat it beat it beat it

I'm leaving, don't see me

Not healing, I'm bleeding

I'm getting the ick

You gettin me sick I owe you a kiss

My brothers ain't brothers you know they don't get in the mix

I do it for kicks

The body ain't nothing to me I'm doing it big

I'm doing it big