Blitz
Yeah
I got my chains on fucking your bitch
I got some ice in my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
Niggas talk down and I get it I banged they bitch
I'm about to blitz, no, I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She giving me head, yeah
And we made a mess, and, shawty, just kept on spitting
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go
But she want to reach out her wrist
Walk in the spot I go, straight through the back
Y'all better watch your bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back
Y'all better watch your backs
I can't forget when I was down bad
Taking 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 ain't even need school, I can count it fast
Talk '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 talking 'bout that cash
Talk 'bout some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches
And they all bad
I'm getting richer and richer, and richer, and richer, and richer
Bitch, I am
They hating on me
'Cause I am the nigga that went and got to the bag
Yeah, it wouldn't be me 'cause
They hated us bad, that shit so sad
Yeah, they hating, they hoes tryna just fuck on me and my gang, oh yeah
Yeah, they hating, they bitches
Tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh yes
She spent one day with me
I tear her up and now she famous, yeah
Shawty gonna put on some brand new ice, my chain is swinging
Bitch, oh yeah
I'm in a Hellcat whip, I'm hugging the curb
And swangin' this bitch, oh yeah
Out with the gang, yeah, they so insane
They spinnin' like carousel
This is more fire like Kerosene
My bruh made a five, yeah, he bleed
I was real fire, yeah, I was really outside
For a blue check on IG
I got some blue strips all on me
I spent twelve hundred dollars to sleep
I'm spreading the swag like a disease
He stole the swag, that boy cheap
Yeah
I got my chains on fucking your bitch
I got some ice in my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
Niggas talk down and I get it I banged they bitch
I'm about to blitz, no, I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She giving me head, yeah
And we made a mess, and, shawty, just kept on spitting
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go
But she want to reach out her wrist
Walk in the spot I go, straight through the back
Y'all better watch your bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back
Y'all better watch your backs