[Intro]
Blizzed Out
Trap, Trap Goth
Young OG
You already know what it is n***a
Goth Money, we in this bitch
Lets get it

[Verse 1: YSB OG]
Playing for keeps, gott' survive in these streets
From the west to the east, gotta stay on my grizzy
N***a you silly, saying that the Young OG can't spit it
N***a I'll peel yo wig then split it, forget it
Young n***a and I'm all about my bidness
I move like a lieutenant, got soliders in the field on they pivot
Ready to pop a n***a if he flinching
Hit him with extension if he running for the fences
We ain't missing, we bumming for ya neck kid
I'm up next kid you best play dead bitch
If you see the feds tell 'em you's know anything
You snitch, we erase shit, don't run n***a these bullets chase ya
I'm riding 'round in traffic with my n***a 17
So icy in the beam, ride by, the hoes scream
"Oh my gosh 17 and Young OG!"
They drop to they knees and do exactly what we please
Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high n***a
I need a number 21 with fries n***a
Gimme that, matter fact I'm taking that, no take backs
Reach for it, you can get your face wacked, A-Wax
OG Kane in the Dior home, denim black
Fly shit for your cash lil bitch step up your swag
Fuck the price, fuck the tag, we can skrt off in the V12
Real fast, no jetlag still on the plane every night
Different cities every night, different hoes every night
Get it popping anywhere on sight
Bust the gat at night, in the dark or the light
Gots the dirty sprite, mix it up, all right
We gonn' sip slow, smoke this dope, get throwed
All night, chill
And you know we do it all night
Shit, shit, and you know we do it all night
Do it all night
And you know we do it all night
Know we do it all night, all night
[Verse 2]
I'm in the set like its 06 with the Dips
Dipshit, I piss on you little bitch work the R Kells'
N***as telling tales, about working scales
I scale the pure white then pitch the holy grail
White sevens black 40's that's the killer whale
[?] ass n***as
Like love and marriage I'm thinking, horse and carriage
24 carats that bullshit you talking, please spare it
Silly dudes I play the block like a ice cube
Cool as a fan, hunneds and rubber bands
Whatchu need? We got grams, put the money in my hand
Keep it cold, in a tight situation, I won't jam
Uh, what it is? You stupid, stupid I'm cooling
Flexing fools, $etta Gang bitch, that's the movement
Trapping all night up off that dirty Sprite
Backwoods rolled, pass me the light
[?] crystals, stepping on these n***as necks
I rob a pussy, if he tryna flex
'Cause you know we do this all night
Backwoods rolled, pass me the dirty Sprite

[Outro]
Trap, Trap Goth