Jayyvenchy - Sticky (feat. Qua Mula)

(Beep)
(Beep)
(Niggas said Qaunni go kill em I killed him)
(Uhh Yeaa)
(Bling)
(Jayyvenchy)
(Facts)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
That thing on my hip is blicky (huh)
Gotta watch how you move it get
Iffy (iffy)
The weed it’s too loud
It’s too sticky (it’s sticky)
In the trap I got work
I got plenty (a lot)
Buy Chanel
Then I cash out on Fendi (facts)
Fuck his bitch
With my bitch
Shit
Litty
(Facts)
Foreign coupe outside
Sitting pretty
Got the world on my back
Not
City (let’s go)
Puff some runts
Now I’m feeling like diddy
Hundred 100 racks
Right Thurr no Chingy (thurr)
(Cash)
That thing on my hip is blicky
Gotta watch how you move it get
Iffy
The weed it’s too loud
It’s too sticky
In the trap I got work
I got plenty
Buy Chanel
Then I cash out on Fendi
Fuck his bitch
With my bitch
Shit
Litty
Foreign coupe outside
Sitting pretty
Got the world on my back
Not
City
Puff some runts
Now I’m feeling like diddy
Hundred 100 racks
Right Thurr no Chingy
I’m busting and moving through traffic
The chick round my arm is the baddest
The chick round ya arm I done had it
Ride Bentley
Ride 'Rari
No caddy’s
Make some money nigga
Come holla at me
Move like fivi
If they send me the addy
At ya crib
But she calling me daddy
Spaghetti baguette
My Patek
I’m flying and speeding though traffic
Them niggas they mad they can’t have this
My shooters big shooters like Dallas
I’m moving
I’m moving
Like maverick
Jayyvenchy on top of the atlas
Fuck ya bitch then I take her to
Paris
Up in the spot I get Shiggy
Dancing but I keep it with me
It can get sticky
Shooter b he stay with me
Threw attachments on the blicky
They cannot get me!
2 Deep in the function
See a opp we gon jump him
We all totin semi’s
Bad lil wet bitch (beep )
Like Keri
She loving my energy (beep)
This new strap
Got kick
No safety
It come with a lemon squeeze
Unn
All these bullets gonna rain on my enemies
Yea he tough but he scared to run into me
At his door and this ain’t no trick or treat
All this fetty it’s stuffed in my subi jeans
That thing on my hip is blicky
Gotta watch how u move it get
Iffy
The weed it’s too loud
It’s too sticky
In the trap I got work
I got plenty
Buy Chanel
Then I cash on out fendi
Fuck his bitch
With my bitch
Shit
Litty
Foreign coupe outside
Sitting pretty
Got the world on my back
Not
City
Puff some runts
Now I’m feeling like diddy
Hundred 100 racks
Right Thur no Chingy
That thing on my hip is blicky
Gotta watch how you move it get
Iffy
The weed it’s too loud
It’s too sticky
In the trap I got work
I got plenty
Buy Chanel
Then I cash on out fendi
Fuck his bitch
With my bitch
Shit
Litty
Foreign coupe outside
Sitting pretty
Got the world on my back
Not
City
Puff some runts
Now I’m feeling like diddy
Hundred 100 racks
Right Thurr no Chingy
(Cash)
(Jayyvenchy)
(Let’s get em bro
Niggas said quanni
I killed em I killed em)
(Y’all niggas know man Jayyvenchy dressed in Fendi)
(Qua mula with the shooters
(Bling)

Written by:
James sykes

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