BLITZKRIEG

[Intro]
Ayo-yo-yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
Re-rock raw, too many line, lockjaw
Sawed off in the sleeve, you never saw this, please
Robbery probably improv breeze (Bi-bing)
Blitzkrieg, get ya soul lifted with ease, hitters on Es (Doot-doot-doot)
Fire arm up in the Moncler will make ya moms grieve
My heart on freeze (Oh)
I don't give a fuck about none of that
Unless the numbers addin' up right
You wasn't there when I was up all night hungry
Tryna figure out what I'ma do with my life (Word!)
If I'ma end up doing life
Common knowledge, I'm stupid nice with mics
You ain't men, you mice
Still movin' whitе
By the unit write music to get through thе night
Sometimes I feel like I'm losin' my mind (Ha)
Sanity slippin' out my hands like sand, big bag like Santa
Hunnid grand advance (Chi-ching)
Swammy in my pants, nose candy grams, RIP Yams (You heard?)
Butter peacan
Puerto Rican divas'll dance on my di-dick
They didn't think I could do it but I did it, then did it again (Ha)
Hit the Hen like it said somethin' crazy (Some cray)
Come to collect, then I'm Swayze (Go!)
Gravy colored seats in the Mercedes (Skrrt!)
Fuck you, pay me how I'm feelin' lately (How I'm feelin' lately)
Hit the Hen like it said somethin' crazy (Some cray)