[Intro]
Mr. Blitzberg, bruh
[?]
I'm tellin' you, it's the Blitzberg, bruh
I told Red, "Go and start it over"

[Verse]
She on my dick, I don't even know
Slide to the show, come cop a poster
10k baby, that Cosa Nostra
Might rob an A&R for the culture
She on my [?] like I thought she was
That ain't no Za, I can't smell the buds
Look at they face, I can't tell it's love
I got some [?] ones I left at the club
Ain't no feeling like fallin' out of love
Ain't no feeling like runnin' out of drugs
We gon' [?], that ain't my bro, whole time I love, bitches started [?]
Do what I say, yeah, go [?]
[?] the real snowman, I don't know [?]
I don't do romance [?], except when I see you, it's nothin' [?]
I own my cous', he paraplegic
Skrr, take off, I'm leavin'
I own my dog, he [?]
He get it so easy after they taught him, huh
Yeah, I got off the [peach?], I ain't even bought it, yeah
We shoot yo' crib, we gon' remodel it, yeah
She think she a model bitch
I'm comin' through, it's obvious, like I [?] here
Hit up gang like, "It's bops in here"
Gang pull up, nah, it's Glocks in here
I ain't no killer, but don't be shot in here
For my sister daddy, we never got along
My lil' cous' [?] momma phone
Doin' a kickflip on the way to yo' bitch crip
Shawty get wet, now you startin' to see the drip-drip