Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King of NY , by - 22gz. Song from the album The Blixky Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
King of NY |
| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky |
| Y’all know who run this shit |
| In the streets and in the industry |
| Grrrt |
| Brrat, brrat, brrat |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Right? |
| I’m posted up with this chopper and I’m feeling like Pac (Blicky da blicky da |
| blicky da blicky) |
| Catch a case, go to court |
| I’m ridin' 'round with this blick and I’m feeling like Big |
| I’m the king of New York |
| Never snitch and never told |
| Never bitch and never fold (Never that, nigga), yeah |
| Water whippin' on the stove |
| Pussy niggas, I’m the G.O.A.T |
| Niggas be pussy, can’t handle the pressure (Pussy) |
| The Smith say y’all niggas be backin' up (That's a fact) |
| Shootouts in Florida, you know the story, bruh |
| I was locked up in the maximum (Right? Right?) |
| «Is these niggas killers? |
| Is Blicky the gang?» |
| Is what these scary niggas be askin' 'em (Gang, gang, gang) |
| All we care about is spinning, aiming on the victim |
| Swerving up and blasting 'em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) |
| When it’s war, we comin' nonstop (Right) |
| Creep on niggas in they blindspot (Where you go?) |
| Rondo almost caught a triple double (Grrrt) |
| But we hit his ass with nine shots |
| Now he layin' in a fuckin' puddle |
| Dump his body in a pine box (Man down, man down, man down) |
| Let my dawgs up out they fuckin' muzzle |
| Guess what happen when we fire opps? |
| (Gang) |
| Niggas letting down the city vouching for a snitch but I’ma keep it litty |
| I’m the closest thing to 50, loading up a clip, it’s hanging out the blicky |
| (Shout out 50) |
| I see Q and lackin' like some rookies, it ain’t gon' be pretty (Don't be |
| lackin') |
| I see Fetty Luciano, hit him with a hollow, yeah, I keep it with me |
| I’m posted up with this chopper and I’m feeling like Pac (Blicky da blicky da |
| blicky da blicky) |
| Catch a case, go to court |
| I’m ridin' 'round with this blick and I’m feeling like Big |
| I’m the king of New York |
| Never snitch and never told |
| Never bitch and never fold (Never that, nigga), yeah |
| Water whippin' on the stove |
| Pussy niggas, I’m the G.O.A.T |
| That’s a fur once we pullin' up |
| Mask on and we hoodied up |
| Been drawn, tryna hit 'em up |
| Paramedics gon' pick 'em up |
| Pac and Biggie, got the city |
| On the East and the West, got a chopper with me |
| Poppin' blickies, spot 'em, kill 'em |
| Anybody can get it, they got a problem with it (Blicky da blicky da blicky da |
| blicky) |
| I’m a vet with this TEC, bullets pierce through your neck |
| We spinning blocks, that’s a hobby (Man down, man down) |
| Out the car, leave a mess |
| He got caught by the steps |
| How he end up in the lobby? |
| Shh when the general speak |
| Oh, you want beef? |
| (Blicky da blicky) |
| Don’t be a mission complete |
| We putting rappers to sleep |
| Sending niggas six feet deep |
| Sending niggas six feet deep |
| I’m posted up with this chopper and I’m feeling like Pac (Blicky da blicky da |
| blicky da blicky) |
| Catch a case, go to court |
| I’m ridin' 'round with this blick and I’m feeling like Big |
| I’m the king of New York |
| Never snitch and never told |
| Never bitch and never fold (Never that, nigga), yeah |
| Water whippin' on the stove |
| Pussy niggas, I’m the G.O.A.T |