Sticky Icky (Roll Det)

[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 fucking high

Bad bitches smoking zaza

Rental car turned to a hot box

Smelling like a pound when I walk by

This one make me feel like I can fly

Bitch I'm too fuckin' 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

Bitch 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 nigga broke my heart I couldn't even go to work

I said fuck all that shit, I gotta make some work

Got off my ass and ever since then, I'vе been fucking turnt

I'm with my homegirls, where thе niggas with the pistols?

Me and my bitches smoke more weed than half these niggas

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]

Niggas 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 bitches, 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 shit, man, I'm through

[Bridge]

Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck

Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck

Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck

Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck

[Verse 3]

Thought I was done, but I came back again

I'm high as fuck, and my sista's off the hen

Fuck everybody, I don't need no new friends

I got some bitches that'll split a whole wig

Smoke a blunt with my nigga, then get some dick

In my own zone, higher than a bitch

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