Blitz
15 on my neck and on my wrist
Boy you cant call that cause you a snitch
I stained your partner out cause he a
Lick
I stained your partner out cause he a lick
Boy stop posting drank, you do not sip
My brother from the raq, he got that stick
I got family in Florida, I'm a jit
I sent him up the middle, that's a blitz
We got clips up on them, like they chips
We going strike you out
Boy you going miss
Survival of the fitted, how it get
Aye, Im slimey
Boy you know where you going find me
You know I like to get a lil grimey
On my Momma, boy we on that timing
I walk on the beat, I be sliding
On the court, a young baller be diming
I can't even see from these diamonds
I woke up next day I was blinded
They stay trying to make a lil comment
Cause they know I don't even be trying
They see that I'm winning they vomit
Just get off my meat and stop crying
I got all the techs I be buying
Sike, you know that I'm lying
I went on the site and I got it
We got all that money divided
Say you gotta play, well describe it
I'm trying to see your lies aligning
We run to New York, while we filing
For all that little money you signing
I got too much, I'm deciding
Wait, I meant decisions
You ain't ever had no chicken
Pull up to your momma house we goin flip it
I swear to God I be tripping
To pull up on me you going need a ticket
Me and twin, Jordan and Pippen
Cause real real soon, we going be chipping
Me and the gang, we be cliqueing
Cause we all know, we'll never be quitting
We like to ball for a living
We get everything that you don't be getting
I got some expensive clothes that I ain't even take off the tag for
You claim you do this and this
But what you bragging for?
You wanna punch bout this?
You already know I'm on go
You backed out like a little ho
You know all they do is pose
15 on my neck and on my wrist
Boy you cant call that cause you a snitch
I stained your partner out cause he a
Lick
I stained your partner out cause he a lick
Boy stop posting drank, you do not sip
My brother from the raq, he got that stick
I got family in Florida, I'm a jit
I sent him up the middle, that's a blitz
Boy you cant call that cause you a snitch
I stained your partner out cause he a
Lick
I stained your partner out cause he a lick
Boy stop posting drank, you do not sip
My brother from the raq, he got that stick
I got family in Florida, I'm a jit
I sent him up the middle, that's a blitz
We got clips up on them, like they chips
We going strike you out
Boy you going miss
Survival of the fitted, how it get
Aye, Im slimey
Boy you know where you going find me
You know I like to get a lil grimey
On my Momma, boy we on that timing
I walk on the beat, I be sliding
On the court, a young baller be diming
I can't even see from these diamonds
I woke up next day I was blinded
They stay trying to make a lil comment
Cause they know I don't even be trying
They see that I'm winning they vomit
Just get off my meat and stop crying
I got all the techs I be buying
Sike, you know that I'm lying
I went on the site and I got it
We got all that money divided
Say you gotta play, well describe it
I'm trying to see your lies aligning
We run to New York, while we filing
For all that little money you signing
I got too much, I'm deciding
Wait, I meant decisions
You ain't ever had no chicken
Pull up to your momma house we goin flip it
I swear to God I be tripping
To pull up on me you going need a ticket
Me and twin, Jordan and Pippen
Cause real real soon, we going be chipping
Me and the gang, we be cliqueing
Cause we all know, we'll never be quitting
We like to ball for a living
We get everything that you don't be getting
I got some expensive clothes that I ain't even take off the tag for
You claim you do this and this
But what you bragging for?
You wanna punch bout this?
You already know I'm on go
You backed out like a little ho
You know all they do is pose
15 on my neck and on my wrist
Boy you cant call that cause you a snitch
I stained your partner out cause he a
Lick
I stained your partner out cause he a lick
Boy stop posting drank, you do not sip
My brother from the raq, he got that stick
I got family in Florida, I'm a jit
I sent him up the middle, that's a blitz
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Writer(s): Phillip Ranson
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