Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bliccy's Hurtin, artist - sheff g.
Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bliccy's Hurtin |
Watch me hit a nigga, then forget a nigga |
I ain’t worry bout them like Fresh |
Get to switchin' niggas, I be clippin' niggas |
I be movin' hot, I make a mess |
Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas |
We gon put these niggas to the test |
Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas |
We gon put these niggas to the test |
I know em Blickys Hurtin' |
I know em Blickys Mad |
Use to blend them block |
Close the curtains |
Now we cash out to brag |
I know em Blickys Hurtin' |
I know em Blickys Nervous |
I know em Blickys Hurtin' |
I know em Blickys Mad |
Look, we just be lurkin' and seein' em |
Trust me, I shoot up the cab too |
Take shots if you feenin' to be with em |
He Opp, That’s ya mans, he got shot too |
They know who reverse & who bend again |
Headshot him remove all that melanin |
Ain’t no reversin', no blendin' it |
I don’t recall even seein' em |
Niggas soft, man I hate em with passion |
Sleepy put em where em graves at |
Think he shinnin', you should be relaxin' |
Send em bullets, where his chains at |
Movin' we doing em |
Dodgin' the foolishness |
Ball that I switch with the LudaCris |
Knockin' and Bruisin' em |
Boppin' and Movin' em |
Talking tuff talk ain’t doin' shit |
Free Fresh, Free Ace |
(Jay yo book him, snuck him,? , ?) |
I just can not relate |
(They just smoke him, snuck him, ?) |
Only time when they is talking hot |
Is when they hidin' & peepin' or they hidin' in they Ubers |
Can not wait till i catch a Opp |
So I fry em, cook em and I pass the Kite to Fulem |
Slidin' with me, get you ridin' with me |
Take the charge and be inside there with me |
Cause you dyin' with me, take the 9 like 50 |
Switchin sides, you pay your fine like Ricky |
I use to trap out em corners and lobbies |
You use to make fun of me nigga |
Now i’m that nigga, that nigga makes figures |
You use to come for me little nigga |
They know we do it for the Racks |
Why you trippin' nigga, get the clippin' niggas |
And my Ooters movin' with the pack |
Ain’t no different nigga, pull a different triggers |
And ya bitch a treesh, she let me slap |
Thumbin' through a check and get it back |
Don’t be runnin' up, or we gon bun him up |
This stupid nigga shootin', never clap |
So I stay to myself |
Keep my hand right by side the pole, watch a nigga fold |
Understand. |
all my guys got up out in a jam |
And they never told |
They know that i’m Saucin', hop out and torch them |
Dip on the Jig, till I lost em |
I be finessin', All black when i’m dressing |
To keep me a weapon |
Movin' gas, no breaks |
Loyal beating up the case, yeah to my waist |
Shawty ass, don’t play |
Catch another motherfucker slippin' on the way |
Billy blast em away |
Sleepy cash them away, Ratchet for days |
Takin' chances away, fuck the past it’s today |
Don’t laugh with em |
Bitch I be with Frost, He a Felon |
We don’t show no remorse, ain’t no feelings |
Juggin' for the lost, we gon flip it |
If he claim he Flock, then we drillin' |
They know who caught Free Shoots |
When they free that man |
Imma give that man what he deserves |
Yeah it’s two three shoots when they hit a man |
And you gon see that man |
Screaming at, yelling at shoots warning |
Doctor can’t figure out how far |
Catch him slippin', & i’m puttin' out slots for him |
Catch Aladdin, he be beggin' on god story |
My Niggas tellin' the cops on em |
Call Sheff, that two three shoots on em |
No reversin', we floodin' the block on em |
And we aimin' for tops, this is not a warnin' |
(Tell em Niggas) |
Watch me hit a nigga, then forget a nigga |
I ain’t worry bout them like Fresh |
Get to switchin' niggas, I be clippin' niggas |
I be movin' hot, I make a mess |
Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas |
We gon put these niggas to the test |
Sheff tell em niggas, cause i’m sick of niggas |
We gon put these niggas to the test |
I know em Blickys Hurtin' |
I know em Blickys Mad |
Use to blend them block |
Close the curtains |
Now we cash out to brag |
I know em Blickys Hurtin' |
I know em Blickys Nervous |
I know em Blickys Hurtin' |
I know em Blickys Mad |