[Intro]
(Jerm got the bangers, Jerm got the juice)
(They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man)

[Verse 1]
She get what she want from a n***a, she calling a n***a, that's all on a n***a, ooh, yeah, yeah, uh
She give it all to a n***a, no flaws to a n***a, stand tall on a n***a, yeah, yeah, mm
She put it down on a n***a, give rounds to a n***a, she proud for a n***a, ooh, yeah, yeah, uh
She never clowning a n***a, man, smile with a n***a, I'm her n***a, ooh, yeah, yeah
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, yeah
And I like that shit, that's how I like my bitch
You nasty, gotta like my dick, yeah
You was icky way before I met you, I know
You don't even know I only got you for show
To the guys, just close your eyes
Come on, baby, let's just go for a ride

[Chorus]
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
[Verse 2]
We was just Lexus riding
Come home, Texas riding
I know you like that I'm in your ear when I'm up inside it
You ain't reach your climax, we just gon' keep on climbing
Nine months from now, that's gon' be perfect timing, yeah
I'ma go ahead and boss you up, don't get in your feelings, yeah
Only reason you get on my nerves, you know I got feelings, yeah
And every time we get in a fight, you gotta get it, mmm, yeah
When I hit it, mmm, yeah
And I love you 'cause you love when I put you all the way to the ceiling, mmm, yeah
That's when you feel it, mmm-mmm, yeah, yeah
You know how I'm living, ooh, yeah
I do the shit he didn't do, yeah, oh
When I'm in it, know I kill it, ooh, yeah
So that attitude, better kill it, ooh, yeah, oh

[Chorus]
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry