BLITZ
[Intro]
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[Verse]
What the fuck I look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (Cmon)
My lil' n***as they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (Cmon)
Bitch I'm sipping on wock don't do tris, keep a Glock when I'm mad
And that bitch wanna fuck I'm the shit, cause I'm lit, with a bag
I know these n***as really ain't shit, why you sick?, why you mad?
These n***as cheap but we not tho
In a Bentley I'm dogging the pot hole
With a white hoe she taking a her top off
N***a talkin we knock off his taco (Fheh)
I roll around with this cal in my hip
Free Y-, Free YSL bitch I'm slimey like slit-
He drop the Lo send that boy to the [?] won't play with you n***a, ion play with these hoes
Im counting money from monday to sunday I'm rich as a bitch I could fuck on ya hoe
Lotta of these n***as gon' talk on the net see you in person that Lil n***a pussy he froze
Bitch I walk round like a mothafuckin code
Bitch I walk round with a Rick Owen coat
[Interlude]
Uh, bitch you goin crazy
Lil bitch wanna have my baby
Im like bitch is you Lil crazy
[?]
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
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[Verse 2]
What the fuck I look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (Cmon)
My lil' n***as they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (Cmon)
Bitch I'm sipping on wock don't do tris, keep a Glock when I'm mad
And that bitch wanna fuck I'm the shit, cause I'm lit, with a bag
I know these n***as really ain't shit, why you sick?, why you mad?
These n***as cheap but we not tho
In a Bentley I'm dogging the pot hole
With a white hoe she taking a her top off
N***a talkin we knock off his taco (Fheh)
I roll around with this cal in the hip
Free Y-, Free YSL bitch I'm slimey like slit-
He drop the Lo send that boy to the [?] won't play with you n***a, ion play with these hoes
Im counting money from monday to sunday I'm rich as a bitch I could fuck on ya hoe
Lotta of these n***as gon' talk on the net see you in person that Lil n***a pussy he froze
Bitch I walk round like a mothafuckin code
Bitch I walk round with a Rick Owen coat
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
[Verse]
What the fuck I look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (Cmon)
My lil' n***as they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (Cmon)
Bitch I'm sipping on wock don't do tris, keep a Glock when I'm mad
And that bitch wanna fuck I'm the shit, cause I'm lit, with a bag
I know these n***as really ain't shit, why you sick?, why you mad?
These n***as cheap but we not tho
In a Bentley I'm dogging the pot hole
With a white hoe she taking a her top off
N***a talkin we knock off his taco (Fheh)
I roll around with this cal in my hip
Free Y-, Free YSL bitch I'm slimey like slit-
He drop the Lo send that boy to the [?] won't play with you n***a, ion play with these hoes
Im counting money from monday to sunday I'm rich as a bitch I could fuck on ya hoe
Lotta of these n***as gon' talk on the net see you in person that Lil n***a pussy he froze
Bitch I walk round like a mothafuckin code
Bitch I walk round with a Rick Owen coat
[Interlude]
Uh, bitch you goin crazy
Lil bitch wanna have my baby
Im like bitch is you Lil crazy
[?]
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
[Verse 2]
What the fuck I look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (Cmon)
My lil' n***as they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (Cmon)
Bitch I'm sipping on wock don't do tris, keep a Glock when I'm mad
And that bitch wanna fuck I'm the shit, cause I'm lit, with a bag
I know these n***as really ain't shit, why you sick?, why you mad?
These n***as cheap but we not tho
In a Bentley I'm dogging the pot hole
With a white hoe she taking a her top off
N***a talkin we knock off his taco (Fheh)
I roll around with this cal in the hip
Free Y-, Free YSL bitch I'm slimey like slit-
He drop the Lo send that boy to the [?] won't play with you n***a, ion play with these hoes
Im counting money from monday to sunday I'm rich as a bitch I could fuck on ya hoe
Lotta of these n***as gon' talk on the net see you in person that Lil n***a pussy he froze
Bitch I walk round like a mothafuckin code
Bitch I walk round with a Rick Owen coat