Ready To Blitz (ft. Rayy Balla & Pdot Sav)
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Grrah, grrah
I wondered what was wrong with me (Like)
My friends all fall so easily (MB, MB)
Ayo, Sam
Fuck the Gz, niggas never on shit
Bando got clipped and he ain't catch a hit
Smokin' Dubski and Rah out the zip (Dubski)
With Mexi and Lotti, this shit gotta kick (Mexi)
Kenzo Balla, I'm back on that shit
Movin immaculate, packin' a fifth
Bagged up nigga got packed on a strip
Roll new dead opp, laughin' and shit
Keem dissin' me and now I'm sick
I'ma spin through the Hill, hit him in his shit
Nigga broke, he never got no drip
If I spot him it's lit I'm uppin' the rip
Everybody get shot when we spin
I'ma spin off a perc, might throw more than ten
Pray to God every time that I sin
I just hope he forgive me for sinning again
Spin the Well and show him how the Glock work
I can't wait till I run into BlockWork
Lotta niggas died, I know the opps hurt
Since the one, they made about five shirts
I'm on 50, bitch, I'm dumping mines first
Nigga died in a cab, he went out the worst
Miss my nine on bro, it's fuck the 41st
I just bought another chop, so don't get murked
And my body different when I'm off a perc
I swear I just be ready to blitz
Hit a opp and cross him off the list
Caine keep shooting this shit got a kick
Stop the cap and go and catch a hit
He got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip
Every opp who dissin' could get clipped
He gon' hate me if I see him slip
Better get a gun, cause it's that season
Hittin' opps, we do it for a reason
Lil' bro say he wanna see him bleedin'
If I spot Lil Spongy, I'ma leave him
Talkin on JB, I can't wait to see him
When I shoot his lessons, I'ma teach him
Keep on shooting 'till he on the street done
Bitch, it's fifth to the Sev, we them demons
We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip
Lil' bro 13 say he flockin' to live
If I don't got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like
He try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like
MB up double O, bitch I'm the drip, like
Bullets gon hit him rearrange his shit, like
Don't give a fuck if you blood or if you crip
If you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit
Bro pop out the cut with a .three0 and shit
Start shootin' from deep like he Curry and shit
Sippin' on wock, vision blurry and shit
But don't try to front still sturdy with the grip
6 shots let off, three niggas got hit, like
It's a man down every time that we spin
We up on the score and we don't count attempts, like
Kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like
Speak on JB, then you taking that trip, like
Now it's time to go spin
Fuck a outfit, I'ma spin what I'm in
Give a fuck 'bout no face, hope they remember it
He got shot out the car, he couldn't see, windows tint
TG flocked out the whip, while he yellin out, "Crip"
All he heard was MB then that nigga got hit
If a bitch bunny hop, tell us Ballas to spin, like
Rah-Rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip
Lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip
Lilah got smoked, left her dead in a crib
Juu Hef got beat with the hookah, oh shit
KDub tried to run, but the fat nigga tripped
Nobody outside, so Mex got spliffed
Caine got me bussin' and tweakin' and shit
All the opps dead, yeah, they restin' in piss
Grrah, grrah
I don't know who to trust on the bros, niggas movin' real funny
Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy
He get shot if he hop like a bunny
Nesty a bum and he don't got no money (Dubski)
When I slide better run or get clipped
Whole block movin' tact' when we takin that trip
Call up Kenzo, you know that's the drip
When I spin through the 4s, I'ma up off the hip
I know niggas prayin' that I slip
They gon' stay on they knees, tell 'em niggas, "Suck dick"
I catch Richie, then he gettin' hit
If E4D doing bad, niggas ain't doin' shit
And that Ooter nigga, he a bitch
He keep losin' his mans and he just wanna diss
If he move then it's lit
Keemy gon up it, and click it hit him in his shit
Got the knock on my hip
Niggas be talkin' in songs but never caught a hit
And Breezo a kid
Plus he got shot and he still not rappin' what he live
And the wock got me lit
Smokin' on Rah, this shit bussin' bussin' out the zip
Grrah, gang
Grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Everything dead, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, like
Perhaps I have such special needs (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Grrah, grrah
I wondered what was wrong with me (Like)
My friends all fall so easily (MB, MB)
Ayo, Sam
Fuck the Gz, niggas never on shit
Bando got clipped and he ain't catch a hit
Smokin' Dubski and Rah out the zip (Dubski)
With Mexi and Lotti, this shit gotta kick (Mexi)
Kenzo Balla, I'm back on that shit
Movin immaculate, packin' a fifth
Bagged up nigga got packed on a strip
Roll new dead opp, laughin' and shit
Keem dissin' me and now I'm sick
I'ma spin through the Hill, hit him in his shit
Nigga broke, he never got no drip
If I spot him it's lit I'm uppin' the rip
Everybody get shot when we spin
I'ma spin off a perc, might throw more than ten
Pray to God every time that I sin
I just hope he forgive me for sinning again
Spin the Well and show him how the Glock work
I can't wait till I run into BlockWork
Lotta niggas died, I know the opps hurt
Since the one, they made about five shirts
I'm on 50, bitch, I'm dumping mines first
Nigga died in a cab, he went out the worst
Miss my nine on bro, it's fuck the 41st
I just bought another chop, so don't get murked
And my body different when I'm off a perc
I swear I just be ready to blitz
Hit a opp and cross him off the list
Caine keep shooting this shit got a kick
Stop the cap and go and catch a hit
He got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip
Every opp who dissin' could get clipped
He gon' hate me if I see him slip
Better get a gun, cause it's that season
Hittin' opps, we do it for a reason
Lil' bro say he wanna see him bleedin'
If I spot Lil Spongy, I'ma leave him
Talkin on JB, I can't wait to see him
When I shoot his lessons, I'ma teach him
Keep on shooting 'till he on the street done
Bitch, it's fifth to the Sev, we them demons
We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip
Lil' bro 13 say he flockin' to live
If I don't got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like
He try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like
MB up double O, bitch I'm the drip, like
Bullets gon hit him rearrange his shit, like
Don't give a fuck if you blood or if you crip
If you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit
Bro pop out the cut with a .three0 and shit
Start shootin' from deep like he Curry and shit
Sippin' on wock, vision blurry and shit
But don't try to front still sturdy with the grip
6 shots let off, three niggas got hit, like
It's a man down every time that we spin
We up on the score and we don't count attempts, like
Kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like
Speak on JB, then you taking that trip, like
Now it's time to go spin
Fuck a outfit, I'ma spin what I'm in
Give a fuck 'bout no face, hope they remember it
He got shot out the car, he couldn't see, windows tint
TG flocked out the whip, while he yellin out, "Crip"
All he heard was MB then that nigga got hit
If a bitch bunny hop, tell us Ballas to spin, like
Rah-Rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip
Lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip
Lilah got smoked, left her dead in a crib
Juu Hef got beat with the hookah, oh shit
KDub tried to run, but the fat nigga tripped
Nobody outside, so Mex got spliffed
Caine got me bussin' and tweakin' and shit
All the opps dead, yeah, they restin' in piss
Grrah, grrah
I don't know who to trust on the bros, niggas movin' real funny
Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy
He get shot if he hop like a bunny
Nesty a bum and he don't got no money (Dubski)
When I slide better run or get clipped
Whole block movin' tact' when we takin that trip
Call up Kenzo, you know that's the drip
When I spin through the 4s, I'ma up off the hip
I know niggas prayin' that I slip
They gon' stay on they knees, tell 'em niggas, "Suck dick"
I catch Richie, then he gettin' hit
If E4D doing bad, niggas ain't doin' shit
And that Ooter nigga, he a bitch
He keep losin' his mans and he just wanna diss
If he move then it's lit
Keemy gon up it, and click it hit him in his shit
Got the knock on my hip
Niggas be talkin' in songs but never caught a hit
And Breezo a kid
Plus he got shot and he still not rappin' what he live
And the wock got me lit
Smokin' on Rah, this shit bussin' bussin' out the zip
Grrah, gang
Grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Everything dead, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, like
Credits
Writer(s): Pamela Sawyer, Samuel Krapah, Bennie Briggman, Michael Briggman, Rolando Leon Jr., Jeremiah Pratt, Gabrielle Montesinos
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