Blitz

[Intro]
Twone Shot That nigga! Gangsta shit nigga, what? Dumb!
Austin On That Track
Yeah
What
Gang shit, look
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm in the field, really pickin', yeah
Bake 'em like a biscuit
What, look, look30

[Chorus]
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
The game over, check the scoreboard, nigga we winnin'
I guess y'all niggas need a practice, we really be spinnin'
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas

[Verse 1]
I'm in the field, Glock 30S, equipped with a dick
Face shot for them bitchass niggas who been talkin' shit
And when I up and hit, I scope nigga, it's all in
And I'm with banging, I'm with whoever who'll fall in
Go on a rampage, you drop them bitches back to back
I'm standing on whatever I say nigga that's a fact
It's hard when you spend it on a nigga's that's the rats
'Cause you [?] when you squeeze, you gon' cancel that
Look, nigga I'm 'bout that, clutch 2 Glocks when I walk out the house
Nigga play with me and guess what? I'ma pick his stupid flunky ass off
I ain't trippin', if I gotta [jump back?] on a nigga, 'cause bitch I'm a boss
Gotta pay the cops, fuck the laws
Whatever you catch, knock his ass off
If I gotta start taking yo shit, you know how I go dealing with go-getters
We killing, don't give a fuck burn some more niggas
And I'ma show you how to [show/shoot?]
Up the 4-5 and I'ma blow niggas
Gettin' money can't be with no [?] nigga
'Cause the move, they gon' try to go with it
Headshot with the big 4 nigga

[Chorus]
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
The game over, check the scoreboard, nigga we winnin'
I guess y'all niggas need a practice, we really be spinnin'
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas
Pick a side, we slingin' [?] and I ain't in the middle
I'm the one that's really in the field picking niggas

[Verse 2]
Ay, I ain't trippin' on nigga, come try I'ma send one
Yeah, send one of them flunky niggas I'ma show you how to zip one
And when [?] that I'ma go [?] my bitch, she been begging to get some
And I'ma tell her fuck me good and set the next nigga up that's [?]
All that gang shit, we don't believe in no [?] bustin' these niggas heads
And I ain't trippin', I paralyze nigga, fuck his life up now he can't use his legs
So how the fuck you gon' [?] double [?]
You like a turtle in this race, I'ma catch you standing over you, now you dead

[TO BE CONTINUED]