BLITZ lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got my chains on, f*ckin' your b*tch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don’t know how to miss
n*gga talk down on the gang, then I bang it, b*tch
I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I’m not sick
I got some codeine all in my p*ss
She givin' me head, yeah, and we made a mess and shorty just kept on spittin'
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go, but she wasn't even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door, better watch your b*tches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door, better watch your back

[Verse]
I can't forget when I was down bad, takin' off on 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 didn’t even need school, I can count it fast
Talkin' ’bout a hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred, b*tch, do the math
Talkin' 'bout a hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred, b*tch, do the math
Talkin' ’bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money, I'm talkin' 'bout that cash
Talkin' 'bout some b*tches, some b*tches, some b*tches, some b*tches, some b*tches and they all bad
I'm gettin' richer and richer and richer and richer and richer, b*tch, oh, yeah
They hatin' on me 'cause I'm the young n*gga that went and got to the bag
Yeah, they wanna be me, huh, they hate that they not, that sh*t so sad
Yeah, they hate that they hoes tryna just f*ck on me and my gang, oh, yeah
Yeah, and they hate that they b*tches tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh, yeah
She spent one day with me, I turned her up and now she famous, yeah
Tryna go put some brand new ice on my chain, it's swingin', b*tch, oh, yeah
I'm in a Hellcat whip, I'm huggin' the curb, I'm swingin' this b*tch, oh, yeah
Out with the gang, yeah, they so insane, they spinnin' like carousel
b*tch, I'm on fire like kerosene
My boy bang the Five, yeah, he bleed
I was with that fire, yeah, I was really outside, f*ck a blue check on IG
I keep some blue strips all on me
I spent twelve hundred on some sneaks
I'm spreadin' the swag like a disease
He smokin' swag, that boy cheap
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got my chains on, f*ckin' your b*tch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
n*gga talk down on the gang, then I bang it, b*tch
I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my p*ss
She givin' me head, yeah, and we made a mess and shorty just kept on spittin'
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go, but she wasn't even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door, better watch your b*tches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door, better watch your back