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BLITZ by Destroy Lonely Yeah
I got my chains on f**king your b**ch
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 b**ch
I'm about to blitz no I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my p**s
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 b**ches
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 sh*t 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
b**ch do the math
Talk bout a hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit
b**ch do the math
Talk bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money
I'm talking bout that cash
Talk bout some b**ches, some b**ches, some b**ches, some b**ches, some b**ches
And they all bad
I'm getting richer and richer, and richer, and richer, and richer
b**ch 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 sh*t so sad
Yeah they hating they hoes
Tryna just f**k on me and my gang oh yeah
Yeah, they hating they b**ches
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
b**ch oh yeah
I'm in a hellcat whip
I'm hugging the curb
And swangin this b**ch 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 f**king your b**ch
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 b**ch
I'm about to blitz no I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my p**s
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 b**ches
Walk in the spot yeah
Go straight in the back
Ya'll better watch your back