Blitz E

If we catch him, we gon' kill him, hit His dome, we gotta do it right. We still trooped up with big poles like the Navy too. We kill a fly mucho, run him Down just like my sandbox. We came from the Trap from bustin' mossies eatin' lamb chops. Pole in my jeans, got more shots than a Bartender. Hard hitter, two more K's, that's how They goin' out. I was taught to blitz a Nigga fast, that's how he goin' out. He try to act quick and run up, I'll Put a hole in him. I ain't wanna fuck, That's your bitch, I put my leg in It's Not a coffee cup, this a Sutter with some Meds in it. I'm a nigga in my city, You know that too. You had some old-ass drank, It was overdue. He mad his mans in the Grave, we put him under too. When I ain't got no Percs, I'm poppin' Addies As a substitute. Spin they block and spin they Block again, it was shell shocked. Opp tried to wrestle, what's a chopper to a Headlock? We was in a Bounty runnin' fades, nigga On cell block. He tried to make a right, He made a left and got his head shot. I could cook it up and bust it down All in the same spot. You gotta watch the Time, you lost his life, we on the same Clock. I'm mixin' my designer with my Louis, look Like a raindrop. Nothin' like your nigga, we are Not up in the same pot. I'm mixin' my designer with my Louis, look like A raindrop. Nothin' like your nigga, we are not Up in the same pot. Can't wait to buy A mansion in the Hills and put the gang Camp in the top rank. I'm runnin' with some Demons, you can't hang with us. Bounce out, watch me walk him down, yeah, we Gon' flame it up. I hit him with all Ten, watch me turn his ass to angel dust. I'm still in the field with my niggas, ten Toes. You wasn't there when we thuggin' up in That cold. We was spot to spot, I'm tryna Make it off the block. You wasn't there in The field when we was bendin' niggas' blocks. Man, first off, I'm hella dangerous, don't play with Me. Big crib by myself, you can't stay with Me. Nah, hang a nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout No slavery. I got whole things for the go, This ain't no bakery. Man, fuck you mean I Can't finesse it? everything I talk is paper. Don't do no handouts, I got tired of doin' People favors. Man, second rule to gettin' money, Gotta stack for later. Stuffin' good weed up in This guava, always smokin' flavors.