Send a Blitz lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Huh, Rich
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell)
I got this sh*t on the floor (Ayo, Clipzy, this sh*t hard as hell)

[Chorus]
Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, f*ck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new b*tch, n*gga, I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on sh*t, b*tch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a b*tch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

[Verse]
b*tch say she gon' pay me to suck that di*k, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pus*y, that freaky sh*t like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tightiеs on
Love to f*ck a nat-nat, but on my son, n*gga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing thеy askin' Boston, "Will your n*ggas take a life?"
If that bag involved, sh*t, n*gga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me why the f*ck I'ma stop at lights
b*tch, I'ma f*ck you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot sh*t on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when n*ggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you f*ckin', that's how you get your flight
b*tch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
f*cked up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Lil' b*tch know that Boston really the sh*t like a porta-pot
You know that I f*ck every b*tch I get, sh*t, I love them thots
Why the f*ck these n*ggas tryna steal my sh*t? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, sh*t, I don't know what it's 'bout
n*gga sayin' he got some smoke, f*ck it, n*gga, let's shoot it out
n*gga throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, n*gga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' n*ggas ain't on gang, these lil' n*ggas, they goobered out
Black truck the b*tch, slidin' through, n*gga, we Ubered out
If that pus*y smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, sh*t, I'll bring 'em out
If that b*tch not postin' for a couple days, sh*t, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, sh*t, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
f*cked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, n*gga, we pass 'em out
[Chorus]
Wake up, go and send a blitz, f*ck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new b*tch, n*gga, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on sh*t, b*tch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a b*tch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on