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)