"BLITZ" lyrics

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
Nigga 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
Ya'll better watch your bitches
Walk in the spot yeah
Go straight in the back
Ya'll 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 hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit
Bitch do the math
Talk bout a hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit
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 did that she famous yeah
Shawty gonna put 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 a five yeah he bleed
I was real fire yeah I was really outside for a blue check on IG
I get some blue strips all on me
I spent 12 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
Nigga 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
Ya'll better watch your bitches
Walk in the spot yeah
Go straight in the back
Ya'll better watch your back