Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Roeder
Songwriter
Ashley Adkins
Songwriter
Lyrics
Destined for greatness
I'm talking real life and not the internet
They stating I changed like inner sex
Only the folks in my inner circle can relate to me
Too late you already picked a side
Should have stayed with me
I'm up I been knowing
These niggas my sons I'm at 36 months I been showing
I'm ready to pop out at any minute my skin glowing
Bet I bounce right back after I drop and get going
In the night time I come alive
I picked the right time to be for real
I'm high like sky dive I keep a pack
I drive in to the darkness right into the hills
Luckily I'm not stuck on pills or need to smoke a blunt
Just to get me up
I don't need to take a drink to get me hyped
I just happen to be her yeah I'm that nice
Now pass me the cup
Henny dusse take your pick
I'm hiding from the cameras they love to sneak a pic
I'm the heir to the throne like a wick
He try steal my whole little flow he think he slick
We got our own little motion magic stick
Im the rose that arose im a prick
I guess this a shoutout to my pops you know I keep a smith
We had a liter already turned it to a fifth
When I'm down I'm already knowing they will kick me
But you know what happens next ish can get
Sticky sticky sticky
I hate ol' dude he a pick me pick me pick me
Guess where you can find my blicky
When I'm down I'm already knowing they will kick me
But you know what happens next ish can get
Sticky sticky sticky
I hate ol' dude he a pick me pick me pick me
Guess where you can find my blicky
My blicky up on the dresser
My blicky up in the trunk
Uncle b and the b is for blicked up
I shoot my shot the opps stop and give up
She judo chopped the d made the brick bust
Acting all cautiously but she a big slut
Hoe in a hoopty call it ratchet and clank
We coughing and hacking when we passing that dank
My momma said got dammit Bradley you stank
I said I promise it won't happen again
My blicky weighs more than I do
Your blicky is made for kids like caillou
Ate her crunch wrap supreme no drive thru
This the type of track you get high and vibe to
I've played too much now the game ain't fun
Shawty lied to my face saying she's a tame one
The streets said she sucking souls like Shan Tsung
So I'm smoking sativa until I got baked lungs
Keep a blicky on my hip like a redneck in Walmart
Screaming fuck 12 and they all look like Paul blart
Fucked your bitch on a sex swing and made some wall art
I could have two broken wrists and still ball hard
Rip this shit up like pics of old lovers
You a little snitch I bet you told mother
Me and Ash fucked your chick with no rubbers
Well I guess now we Eskimo brothers
My blicky don't ever miss
It's got an extension clip
Even when I take a shit
I still keep it on my hip
My blickyy
Hold on
That's ugly
Good morning
Today is gonna be a great day
Good morning
Nothing's gonna get in my way
Good morning
Writer(s): Brad Roeder
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