Blitz

I can't spare a witness (Blatt), blitzin' (Blatt)
You know we not missin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Liftin' all these pounds, I'm in the trap like LA Fitness (Uh-huh)
Countin' guap, I told that lil' ho keep her distance
When I'm countin' guap lil' ho, you won't get my attention

They say, "Boy, the way you movin' kinda different" (Blatt)
Stop and just listen
I'm in that kitchen with the wrist flick (Uh-huh)
This lil' boy play then we gon' turn him to a fishstick
That's what you get up in that water, boy, don't get hit (Fah!)
Choppa hold a hunnid rounds, yeah
If he play then we gunnin' him down, yeah
I'm on the move, I ain't makin' no sound
Can't move with no thot, I can't move with no clown
When you hop in that water, boy, don't drown
When I come with that fye, better duck down
And I swear they be talkin' when I'm not around
You cannot kick it, no, this ain't no lounge (Blatt)
Shawty said, "Lil' brodie, yeah, you the worst"
My shawty bad with the Glock in her purse
She finna put that lil' boy in the dirt
She finna leave somebody momma hurt (Fah, fah)
That boy a lame, that lil' boy a nerd
Hop in that coupe and you know I swerve
Lil' brodie don't know, then he finna learn
Stop tryna compete when it ain't your turn
Stop tryna be me, boy, it ain't your lane
Shoot the whole damn place, boy, say Joy Lane
Boy, I know you ain't real, you don't feel that pain
And I gotta get them packs off of the plane
I had to get it right out of the dirt
And that boy, he watchin', that boy, he gon' learn
Him and that bih done walked in with a smirk
Got the blue hunnids on me, they lookin' like Smurfs (Do that)

I can't spare a witness (Blatt), blitzin' (Blatt)
You know we not missin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Liftin' all these pounds, I'm in the trap like LA Fitness (Uh-huh)
Countin' guap, I told that lil' ho keep her distance
When I'm countin' guap, lil' ho, you won't get my attention



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Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt
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