BlitzEm

[Verse 1: Gbaby]
In the 5 and I slid on my doley
Black mask and I don’t need a stolley
Bend through the Bay then we slidin’ through Koney
Jet Six, yeah, he ran on his homie
Bitch, yeah, I’m smokin’ on Tony, what y’all niggas wanna do?
In the Floss and we droppin’ Woo
I know Mar gon’ up, just shoot
That’s them right there, told bro just shoot at the light
I know Rah gon’ make that right
Walk down and we shootin’ on sight
Osama Bin Laden, we crash this flight
Like, damn, now they runnin’
I know Rah gon’ make that left
Now they trapped in a blind space
Last thing that they seen was that all black tech
I’m with niggas that’s throwin’ up G
Never niggas that’s throwin’ up C
I can’t wait ‘til I see SendThree
Shit rockin’ out when I back out Bri
Heard them niggas they mentionin’ me
Me and twin gon’ air out the scene
Big mop and this shit ‘bout to clean
Last thing that they seen was that all blue beam
We gon’ spin, Ring Around the Rosie
Tote big knocks, nigga, not no [?]
Young demons, nigga, we ain’t hoes
More than a hunned I call up the homies
Walk down, and I’m on my doley
Holdin’ a .9 bigger than a trophy
Three deep cruisin’ in a stolley
Lookin’ for [?], leave him all holy, like
On they block, where they at?
Like, we only aimin’ for tops
Couple Hats that died, couple Hats got shot and none of y’all niggas ain’t bend no block
Tony died, y’all ain’t let off a shot
When Borgie got hit y’all ain’t pick up a knock
Y’all can’t wait ‘til run into me?
Zombie just show y’all, y’all know I’ma floxk

[Verse 2: Wal Blixk & Gbaby]
I’m with twin, nigga love drama
Slidin’ through Koney, nigga, what’s the problem?
Your man’s died, nigga, it was karma, so we only slime with the Osama
Bitch, I’m a boss, Obama
I got Mar totin’ Keke Palmer
We be kickin’ shit like it’s soccer
If I don’t got the knock call me Jeffery Dahmer
Like, hold on, call Milo
Y’all seen Kha Struc go viral?
In the Bay, those my rivals
[?] for a quarterback throwin’ spirals
On God, on the Bible, you catch a shot thinkin’ I’ma fight you
I won’t hesitate, I’ma light you, aim for his head make go viral
He dissin’ and sayin’ my name in his songs, like, that nigga gotta be kiddin’
*Talkin’ ‘bout [?] that’s straight from the Floss*
Yeah, he’s not mindin’ his business
Damn, twin throw five when he bendin’
And the other side really pretendin’
Bi-Big floxk and my shit really trillin’
If I go on a hunt Y.O is attended
If I want that bitch I’ma have it
If the licks in the cut she get active
She felt somethin’ when she whine on this dick
That’s my gun in my pants, why you askin’?
On the Woo mon side, what they flaggin’
No matter what, toe tag ‘em
Kdot told me just pop me a yerky
Make that shit kick in start and I’m spazzin’
I’m smokin’ too much dead opps
Roll up Bdot with that Sdot
Tdott Woo got his head popped
And Kapo went live got his bed rocked
Had to chill ‘cause the feds watch
And Boomer a rat, caught a chest shot
In the Fort that’s the best block
Your mans almost died from a headshot, gang