Deman - Blicky Lyrics

I hold the blicky on the corner
Stunt on me then you's a goner yeaah
Uww the bag is on us
Stay dripped up bustin donuts
Bout to go up we roll up
She wanna trap me in the corna oh yeah
Grab her ass n rub up on her
She feelin me
Inhale the weed
Love a nigga from the street yea

I need a masseuse
Tell izzy to aim I promise he shoot air out the booth
Violent my woahs
Silence the code
Violate a bro tommy to throat skate off wit los
On consignment the coke so dont f*ck up the flow
Flip you some o's give you some moe we can get doe
Tryna get rich all expensive bags for my bitch
Captain make a nigga sea sick
If it happened I ain't see shit
D official I don't need a pistol hand me a whistle
Early dismissal ya skin bristled bitch cause you know my kin get you
Andamo rulay
Ya girl wanna ride
Once she see what's inside eyes open wide straight to her thighs

I don't know where ima go
Up to God only he knows
Catch a vibe ride on my wave
She get down right on my face say Grace yeah

I hold the blicky on the corner
Stunt on me then you's a goner yeaah
Uww the bag is on us
Stay dripped up bustin donuts
Bout to go up we roll up
She wanna trap me in the corna oh yeah
Grab her ass n rub up on her
She feelin me
Inhale the weed
Love a nigga from the street yea

Rock work get lit pop perks
I hit it not urs
Lets get it big tities mad bitties wanna f*ck
Wife her u nuts
Nah I'll stick to head in truck long as I'm gettin my nut
She live it up hit up coachella we stuck drugs stuffed In her butt
High off a buzz coyotes up puttin it down we in the cut
Im bout to slay I brought a glove
Shit it don't fit but f*ck it we f*ck
Yea I'ma nut big dog to pup call ya og he tell wassup
Not bout to cuff not on no smut
I'll stay by myself rollin some l's
Welcome to hell we livin in shelves into expansions i'm bout to build
Pop me a pill won't remember the kill
Wonderin feeling be incojerient
Nah that is crazy that is the old me
I still get wavy slime wit the homies yeah

I don't know where ima go
Up to God only he knows
Catch a vibe
She get down right on my face say Grace yeah

I hold the blicky on the corner
Stunt on me then you's a goner yeaah
Uww the bag is on us
Stay dripped up bustin donuts
Bout to go up we roll up
She wanna trap me in the corna oh yeah
Grab ha ass n rub up on her
She feelin me
Inhale the weed
Love a nigga from the street yea