Blicky Tunes (feat. Uncle B)

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