BLITZ

Yeah, I got my chains on fuckin' yo' bitch I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist My shooters don't know how to miss Niggas talk down on the gang, then I'm banging ya', bitch I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick I got some Codeine all in my piss She givin' me head, yeah And we made a mess 'cause shawty just kept on spittin' I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go But she wasn't even tryna listen Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door Better watch yo' bitches Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door Better watch yo' backs I can't forget when I was down bad Takin' off from the plug for a bag I can't forget when I was down bad It was so much shit I ain't have Now I got all this money I didn't even need school, I can count it fast Talkin' 'bout a hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid Bitch, do the math Talk 'bout a hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid, on hunnid Bitch, do the math Talk 'bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money I'm talkin' 'bout that cash Talk 'bout some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches And they all bad I'm gettin' richer, and richer, and richer, and richer, and richer Bitch, oh yeah They hatin' on me 'cause I'm the young nigga that went and got to the bag Yeah, they wanna be me, huh They hate that they not, that shit so sad Yeah, they hatin' they hoes Tryna just fuck on me and my gang, oh yeah Yeah, and they hatin' they bitches Tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh yeah She spent one day with me I turn her up and now she famous, yeah Shawty go put some brand-new ice, my chain is swangin', bitch, oh yeah I'm in a Hellcat whip, I'm huggin' the curb I'm swangin' this bitch, oh yeah Out with the gang, yeah, they so insane They spinnin' like carousel Bitch, I'm on fire like Kerosene My boy bang the fire, yeah, he bleed I was real fire, yeah, I was really excited for a blue check on IG I keep some blue strips all on me I spent twelve-hundred on some sneaks I'm spreadin' the swag, like a disease He smokin' swag, that boy cheap Yeah, I got my chains on fuckin' yo' bitch I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist My shooters don't know how to miss Niggas talk down on the gang, then I'm banging ya', bitch I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick I got some Codeine all in my piss She givin' me head, yeah And we made a mess 'cause shawty just kept on spittin' I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go But she wasn't even tryna listen Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door Better watch yo' bitches Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door Better watch yo' backs