BLITZ Lyrics

Geekin' off of that Pangaea no frackin'

Full moon, issa pack of wolves, for the night

Mood set, in function, its right, like

Who you really fucking with this?

Burning up a that flower and you gone up in a blitz

Buried in the snowmobile, the winters like a bliss

Hennys on a fucking mission, kill me on the fifth

These aliens from Pluto, come with straps, they come with clicks

Too flick for da TSA, no airplane

Been flying with privates jets in our PJ's

I been clear, are we clear? What that bitch say?

They roll down the windows like your bitches favorite limousine

Op

I got pennies on my penny wrist

I really fucking bitches, we be leave 'em backless

And I been carrying the game on my back

I came back just for laughs, but the track

Got the last laugh-

Ugh

Running off, you gunning off, in that blitz

Wintertime, no summertime in a bliss

Fuck you, then I shoot 'em off with da glicks

Footsteps, get silent, with the click

Ah, really was an old soul

She fuckin' with your mental, give that bitch a long rope

And I ain't runnin', I been setting all da markets crash

Rising like a rocket, gave da NASDAQ nasty hatchet-lash

Lupid can Cupid do find me bitches ain't ratchet

Been a comedy for minute, witty shit just started catchin'

I been droppin' the carry

And I've been carrying matches

Burn da building standing

While everyone's standing around and-

Ugh

I've been setting up arenas, got these bitches fighting colosseum style,

Thats the art of war

I got roses in the backseat in the louie bag

Order roses at doors and tell them bitches that you love her more

Ugh

Running off, you gunning off, in that blitz

Wintertime, no summertime in a bliss

Fuck you, then I shoot 'em off with da glicks

Footsteps, get silent, with the click

Geekin' off of dat Pangaea no frackin'

Full moon, 'sa pack of wolves, for da night

Mood set, in function, it's right

Who you really fucking with this?

Geekin' off of dat Pangaea no frackin'

Full moon, 'sa pack of wolves, for da night

Mood set, in function, it's right

Too slow for the man off of that ping

Coming in with the fleek

Bezo's in a blitz

Money counters in a business of peak

I been running these ATV's lately in Moab

I been going so fast you ain't see where we go past

I don't really wanna fuck with you, fuck with you least

Anyone of you could be fucked up in a truck-bed, no lease

Really wouldn't wanna miss you when I'm too busy at peaks

No really fuck ya'll, gon' leave his ass in the blitz

Coming in to the rose-gold on the new thrones, like woah

My voice sound raspy, but my cash clean on low

They been running so fast, I just hid em up on the dash

You might catch me running, but only for the one thousand

I've been kicking, Mr. Miyagi, but bitch please do not try me

You see me leading the posse, I brought a war, not an army

You want to fuck with the Moly, you ass left at the party

Want to fuck with promethazine, get da Uber ready

Run it bitch, hold you pitch, lets see if you fuck with me

If you running from the blitz, you running from the fucking product, ugh-

And I've been running with the bucks boy

And the winter just got frigid with the bucks boy

Running off, you gunning off, in the blitz

Wintertime, no summertime in a bliss

Fuck you, then I shoot em off with the glicks

Footsteps, get silent, with the click