Snick Foley - Fully Loaded SNICK Lyrics

It's SNICK
No base running; still serving like Adam Wainwright
Change ups was my main fright. Sunny days all became night
I'm shining now. Of course you can't look at me in the same light
You fuckers got opinions? Make sure that you say my name right
Saint SNICK. Spell it out. S-N-I then C-K
Want every single penny I'm owed. There ain't no leeway
Had my cake and ate it too; like every day is my B-Day
The game fucked up, all this pay to play like its EA
Industry of micro-transactions got my fans asking
Why I got less views, for jewels (Jules) than Sam Jackson
Don't need no fucking label, to push me, for my spot
You niggas falling out demand as soon as supply drop
Who getting loot now? Tryna box for it like Marciano
Then raise the next champ out the ghetto like Cus D'Amato
Foreigns in custom models. It's foreign, when comes to models
Won't get deep in explanation, still kill when points are hollow
(So what you talking bout) I know it ain't rap. Know it's a fact
Rep Queens in every verse, y'all niggas know where I'm at
Far Rock! My land where the wave is, I stand wit the bravest
My son gon' be the king, without Anthony Davis
My daughter play Viola, talent, got it in her blood
She gon' never have to work cause papa got it out the mud
I don't like y'all, but still I socialized and made friends
Shoutout Hamilton. Jackson. Uly Grant. Franklin
Count it up, was counted out. I'll stop you, I'll say when
I'll put the fear of God in niggas before they can say ten
This ain't no play pen. The shit I write you can't have kids around it
The culture missing essence, they lost it, but still I found it
Now this shit ain't going nowhere, apparent, I got it grounded
Ones that's praising my success, is the same fuckers who clowned it
No round trips. Go take off. No playing on this run way
Keep it plain, wave sticks at SNICK? Shit is only ending one way
Oh you talking money? Think its cool til I check bags
Wont know the price, til mommy, in the morgue tryna check tags
Hold ya horses, like a fake Polo. I slay dolo
Ain't on the same page less they got you for paid promo
Muthafuckas want me dead so they could profit off my quotes
I rap, circles round these devils tryna sacrifice the GOAT
Take notes. It's still payola, rigged game we get into
Shit be over, if you not here dropping coins to continue
I devastate these featherweights. They bending truths, I set it straight
Debating how I wanna go and regulate
Either 16 in the clip, and, one in the hole
Or a 16, outta SNICK, that leave em mourning ya soul (I'm God)
Don't matter to me who around
Never missing, shoot em down
Reload
I'm on my fully loaded shit
Don't matter to me who around
Never missing, shoot em down
Reload
I'm on my fully loaded shit
Don't matter to me who around
Never missing, shoot em down
Reload
I'm on my fully loaded
I'm on my fully loaded
Fully loaded SNICK
Fully loaded SNICK

It's SNICK
No base running; still serving like Adam Wainwright
Change ups was my main fright. Sunny days all became night
I'm shining now. Of course you can't look at me in the same light
You fuckers got opinions? Make sure that you say my name right
Saint SNICK. Spell it out. S-N-I then C-K
Want every single penny I'm owed. There ain't no leeway
Had my cake and ate it too; like every day is my B-Day
The game fucked up, all this pay to play like its EA
Industry of micro-transactions got my fans asking
Why I got less views, for jewels (Jules) than Sam Jackson
Don't need no fucking label, to push me, for my spot
You niggas falling out demand as soon as supply drop
Who getting loot now? Tryna box for it like Marciano
Then raise the next champ out the ghetto like Cus D'Amato
Foreigns in custom models. It's foreign, when comes to models
Won't get deep in explanation, still kill when points are hollow
(So what you talking bout) I know it ain't rap. Know it's a fact
Rep Queens in every verse, y'all niggas know where I'm at
Far Rock! My land where the wave is, I stand wit the bravest
My son gon' be the king, without Anthony Davis
My daughter play Viola, talent, got it in her blood
She gon' never have to work cause papa got it out the mud
I don't like y'all, but still I socialized and made friends
Shoutout Hamilton. Jackson. Uly Grant. Franklin
Count it up, was counted out. I'll stop you, I'll say when
I'll put the fear of God in niggas before they can say ten
This ain't no play pen. The shit I write you can't have kids around it
The culture missing essence, they lost it, but still I found it
Now this shit ain't going nowhere, apparent, I got it grounded
Ones that's praising my success, is the same fuckers who clowned it
No round trips. Go take off. No playing on this run way
Keep it plain, wave sticks at SNICK? Shit is only ending one way
Oh you talking money? Think its cool til I check bags
Wont know the price, til mommy, in the morgue tryna check tags
Hold ya horses, like a fake Polo. I slay dolo
Ain't on the same page less they got you for paid promo
Muthafuckas want me dead so they could profit off my quotes
I rap, circles round these devils tryna sacrifice the GOAT
Take notes. It's still payola, rigged game we get into
Shit be over, if you not here dropping coins to continue
I devastate these featherweights. They bending truths, I set it straight
Debating how I wanna go and regulate
Either 16 in the clip, and, one in the hole
Or a 16, outta SNICK, that leave em mourning ya soul (I'm God)
Don't matter to me who around
Never missing, shoot em down
Reload
I'm on my fully loaded shit
Don't matter to me who around
Never missing, shoot em down
Reload
I'm on my fully loaded shit
Don't matter to me who around
Never missing, shoot em down
Reload
I'm on my fully loaded
I'm on my fully loaded
Fully loaded SNICK
Fully loaded SNICK