Blitz ft. Homi Michel Lyrics

I'm in the party with a knife i'm tryna poke something

Bitch cute as fuck & got some ass but she don't know nothing

My nigga tripping off a "p" he tryna blow something

Shooting with yo eyes closed how i know you ain't gone smoke nothing

I ain't gone lie my first trip i made six hundred

Learned how to talk i hit six stores before six something

I really run with some pits i'll tell them "sic something"

Get they drop & watch them young niggas blitz something

How the fuck is you a tweaker & you ain't killed nothing ?

Fucking off a "p", i broke her back she told me keep stuffing

You steady cuffing rat hoes & they gone keep fucking

My nigga got 100 on him he gone keep bussing

He keep texting bout his bitch i'm finna keep fucking

Fuck that bitch good she acting crazy tryna key something

Smoke a nigga downtown FBG something

Bitch i earned all my bodies FBG nothing

She talking bout her jaws hurt bitch keep sucking

I don't need no fucking pill to come & tweak something

You don't step foreal so all that dissing shit don't mean nothing

Brody on go don't get stepped on for mean mugging

I got the mag in the fourty ain't tryna read nothing

Niggas getting pressed, brody popped out with three buttons

Tryna take it there he gone get left for tryna think he coming

Cap ass nigga think he a tweaker i know he a flunky

Niggas capped out they talk crazy they ain't really on it

Re riding with them switches on him i ain't switching on him

They tail tucking i can tell & nigga i ain't snitching on them

I ain't gotta set the play to come & put this bitch up on you

Tender nigga in his feelings about a thot these niggas open

Playing in that water don't get popped doing all that trolling

You gone get yo ass slimed out thinking i ain't knowing

Get yo ass folded tryna press nigga i ain't folding

Niggas knowing they ain't cut they just cap fa clout

Lil nigga don't try to bump into us unless you crashing out

Pat popped out with blick on him they ain't pat him down

Flunky nigga internet thuggin' till we lag him out

Catch them out & wrap up all that shit they rapping bout

Bro toting a cig & he ah treat you like a black & mild

Every nigga in yo circle sweet ain't got to ask a round

Re tryna catch a hat these niggas just be rapping now