Blitz

(álbum: Poetic Pain - 2020)

(Firzt back like he left or something)
Yeah, uh

Talking about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a 7 right on my back say I'm feeling like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'm gon' park the whip
If they move we sparking it
Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick

I tell em' that talk cheap
Tell a bitch I don't talk freak
Every time I talk she get to tweeting it's like talk tweet
She like nigga you lied to fuck
Told her I just talk sweet
She gon' probably tell her bitch ass brother he don't know we spark heat
I be chilling I don't spark beef
I be in my own zone and my whole gang be on defense
I got layers like the ozone
Gotta get past level one to get to level two
Trip, I pull the glick out
She asked me was I friendly
Got to the room I pull my dick out
And she dropped to my knees I got to thinking she got a big mouth
Said fuck it, put my dick up told that bitch this was a stick up
And if she think about moving then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up
Know where we at just come and get us
Ain't nobody fucking with us

Talking about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a 7 right on my back say I'm feeling like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'm gon' park the whip
If they move we sparking it
Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick

Told em' I don't talk to pigs
I don't speak oink oink
Caught em' lacking in the car
Knock em' off point point
Never thought my music be on TV this soon but I point choice
Bougie bitch I ask her what car she wanna ride she point Royce
Sicko I keep a glicko
Oh me oh my
He try it then he gone die
No excuse I wanna see em' fly
If it's birds we gone get em' by
My right hand man say how I told em' to look at the sky
He said what nigga on a plane
Told em' just stick to mary jane
I got rid of all my problems I ain't gotta deal with shit
If we leave his mama crying she just gotta deal with it
Sent a letter like you'll be okay
Tryna hit her she be with Tae
And just because her ass fat don't mean I'll eat the cake

Talking about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a 7 right on my back say I'm feeling like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'm gon' park the whip
If they move we sparking it
Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick