| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
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| Y’all know who run this shit
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| In the streets and in the industry
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| Grrrt
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| Brrat, brrat, brrat
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| Right?
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| I’m posted up with this chopper and I’m feeling like Pac (Blicky da blicky da
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| blicky da blicky)
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| Catch a case, go to court
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| I’m ridin' 'round with this blick and I’m feeling like Big
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| I’m the king of New York
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| Never snitch and never told
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| Never bitch and never fold (Never that, nigga), yeah
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| Water whippin' on the stove
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| Pussy niggas, I’m the G.O.A.T
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| Niggas be pussy, can’t handle the pressure (Pussy)
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| The Smith say y’all niggas be backin' up (That's a fact)
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| Shootouts in Florida, you know the story, bruh
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| I was locked up in the maximum (Right? Right?)
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| «Is these niggas killers? |
| Is Blicky the gang?»
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| Is what these scary niggas be askin' 'em (Gang, gang, gang)
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| All we care about is spinning, aiming on the victim
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| Swerving up and blasting 'em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| When it’s war, we comin' nonstop (Right)
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| Creep on niggas in they blindspot (Where you go?)
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| Rondo almost caught a triple double (Grrrt)
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| But we hit his ass with nine shots
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| Now he layin' in a fuckin' puddle
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| Dump his body in a pine box (Man down, man down, man down)
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| Let my dawgs up out they fuckin' muzzle
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| Guess what happen when we fire opps? |
| (Gang)
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| Niggas letting down the city vouching for a snitch but I’ma keep it litty
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| I’m the closest thing to 50, loading up a clip, it’s hanging out the blicky
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| (Shout out 50)
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| I see Q and lackin' like some rookies, it ain’t gon' be pretty (Don't be
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| lackin')
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| I see Fetty Luciano, hit him with a hollow, yeah, I keep it with me
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| I’m posted up with this chopper and I’m feeling like Pac (Blicky da blicky da
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| blicky da blicky)
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| Catch a case, go to court
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| I’m ridin' 'round with this blick and I’m feeling like Big
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| I’m the king of New York
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| Never snitch and never told
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| Never bitch and never fold (Never that, nigga), yeah
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| Water whippin' on the stove
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| Pussy niggas, I’m the G.O.A.T
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| That’s a fur once we pullin' up
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| Mask on and we hoodied up
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| Been drawn, tryna hit 'em up
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| Paramedics gon' pick 'em up
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| Pac and Biggie, got the city
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| On the East and the West, got a chopper with me
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| Poppin' blickies, spot 'em, kill 'em
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| Anybody can get it, they got a problem with it (Blicky da blicky da blicky da
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| blicky)
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| I’m a vet with this TEC, bullets pierce through your neck
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| We spinning blocks, that’s a hobby (Man down, man down)
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| Out the car, leave a mess
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| He got caught by the steps
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| How he end up in the lobby?
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| Shh when the general speak
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| Oh, you want beef? |
| (Blicky da blicky)
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| Don’t be a mission complete
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| We putting rappers to sleep
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| Sending niggas six feet deep
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| Sending niggas six feet deep
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| I’m posted up with this chopper and I’m feeling like Pac (Blicky da blicky da
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| blicky da blicky)
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| Catch a case, go to court
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| I’m ridin' 'round with this blick and I’m feeling like Big
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| I’m the king of New York
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| Never snitch and never told
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| Never bitch and never fold (Never that, nigga), yeah
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| Water whippin' on the stove
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| Pussy niggas, I’m the G.O.A.T |