Blitz
Look, if we catch 'em, we gon' kill 'em, hit his dome, we gotta do 'em right
Yeah, we still trooped up with big poles like the Navy too
EKilla, 5Much'll run 'em down, that's like my sandbox
We came from the traffic bussin' Masis, eatin' lamb chops
This pole in my jeans got more shots than a bartender
Hard-hitter, two more K's, that's how they going out
I was taught to blitz a nigga fast, that's how he going out
He tried to act quick and run up, I'll put a hole in him
I ain't wanna fuck, that's yo' bitch? I put my leg in it
It's not a coffee cup, it some soda with some mans in it
I'm the nigga in my set, do you know that too?
You had some old ass drink, it was overdue
He met his mans in the grave, we put him under too
When I ain't got no Percs, I'm poppin' Addys as a substitute
Spin they block and spin they block again, they gon' shell shock
Opp tried to wrestle, what's a chopper to a headlock?
We was in the bounty runnin' face, nigga, on cellblock
He tried to make a right, he made a left and got his head shot
I could cook it up and bust it down all in them same spot
Gotta watch the time, he lost his life, he on the same clock
I'm mixing my designer with my Louis, look like a raindrop
I am nothing like your nigga, we are not up in the same pot
Mixing my designer with my Louis, look like a raindrop
I am nothing like your nigga, we are not up in the same pot
I can't wait to buy a mansion in the hills and put the gang up in it
Top rank and runnin' with some demons, you can't hang with us
Bounce out, watch me walk 'em down, yeah, we gon' flame it up
I hit him with all ten, watch me turn his ass to angel dust
I'm still in the field with my niggas ten toes
You wasn't there when we was thuggin' up in that cold
We was spot to spot, I'm tryna make it off the block
You wasn't there in the field when we was bendin' niggas' blocks
Man, first off I'm hella dangerous, don't play with me (don't play with me)
Big crib by myself, but can't stay with me, nah
Hang a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout to slavery (no)
I got whole things for the go but this ain't no bakery (this ain't no bakery)
Man, fuck you mean? I came from nothing
So everything I talk is paper (I'm talkin' cheese)
Don't do no handouts, I got tired of doing people favors (fuck that)
Man, second rule to getting money, gotta stack for later (stack for later)
Stuffin' good weed up in this Grabba, always smokin' flavors (yeah)
Yeah, we still trooped up with big poles like the Navy too
EKilla, 5Much'll run 'em down, that's like my sandbox
We came from the traffic bussin' Masis, eatin' lamb chops
This pole in my jeans got more shots than a bartender
Hard-hitter, two more K's, that's how they going out
I was taught to blitz a nigga fast, that's how he going out
He tried to act quick and run up, I'll put a hole in him
I ain't wanna fuck, that's yo' bitch? I put my leg in it
It's not a coffee cup, it some soda with some mans in it
I'm the nigga in my set, do you know that too?
You had some old ass drink, it was overdue
He met his mans in the grave, we put him under too
When I ain't got no Percs, I'm poppin' Addys as a substitute
Spin they block and spin they block again, they gon' shell shock
Opp tried to wrestle, what's a chopper to a headlock?
We was in the bounty runnin' face, nigga, on cellblock
He tried to make a right, he made a left and got his head shot
I could cook it up and bust it down all in them same spot
Gotta watch the time, he lost his life, he on the same clock
I'm mixing my designer with my Louis, look like a raindrop
I am nothing like your nigga, we are not up in the same pot
Mixing my designer with my Louis, look like a raindrop
I am nothing like your nigga, we are not up in the same pot
I can't wait to buy a mansion in the hills and put the gang up in it
Top rank and runnin' with some demons, you can't hang with us
Bounce out, watch me walk 'em down, yeah, we gon' flame it up
I hit him with all ten, watch me turn his ass to angel dust
I'm still in the field with my niggas ten toes
You wasn't there when we was thuggin' up in that cold
We was spot to spot, I'm tryna make it off the block
You wasn't there in the field when we was bendin' niggas' blocks
Man, first off I'm hella dangerous, don't play with me (don't play with me)
Big crib by myself, but can't stay with me, nah
Hang a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout to slavery (no)
I got whole things for the go but this ain't no bakery (this ain't no bakery)
Man, fuck you mean? I came from nothing
So everything I talk is paper (I'm talkin' cheese)
Don't do no handouts, I got tired of doing people favors (fuck that)
Man, second rule to getting money, gotta stack for later (stack for later)
Stuffin' good weed up in this Grabba, always smokin' flavors (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Derrail Robinson, Jayron Deandre Johnson, Shamar Bush, Larry Mccrory
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