Ready To Blitz

Am I really hard to please? Perhaps I have such special needs (Grrah-grrah, boom) Grrah, grrah I wondered what was wrong with me (Like) My friends all fall so easily (MB, MB) Ayo, Sam Fuck the Gz, niggas never on shit Bando got clipped and he ain't catch a hit Smokin' Dubski and Rah out the zip (Dubski) With Mexi and Lotti, this shit gotta kick (Mexi) Kenzo Balla, I'm back on that shit Movin immaculate, packin' a fifth Bagged up nigga got packed on a strip Roll new dead opp, laughin' and shit Keem dissin' me and now I'm sick I'ma spin through the Hill, hit him in his shit Nigga broke, he never got no drip If I spot him it's lit I'm uppin' the rip Everybody get shot when we spin I'ma spin off a perc, might throw more than ten Pray to God every time that I sin I just hope he forgive me for sinning again Spin the Well and show him how the Glock work I can't wait till I run into BlockWork Lotta niggas died, I know the opps hurt Since the one, they made about five shirts I'm on 50, bitch, I'm dumping mines first Nigga died in a cab, he went out the worst Miss my nine on bro, it's fuck the 41st I just bought another chop, so don't get murked And my body different when I'm off a perc I swear I just be ready to blitz Hit a opp and cross him off the list Caine keep shooting this shit got a kick Stop the cap and go and catch a hit He got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip Every opp who dissin' could get clipped He gon' hate me if I see him slip Better get a gun, cause it's that season Hittin' opps, we do it for a reason Lil' bro say he wanna see him bleedin' If I spot Lil Spongy, I'ma leave him Talkin on JB, I can't wait to see him When I shoot his lessons, I'ma teach him Keep on shooting 'till he on the street done Bitch, it's fifth to the Sev, we them demons We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip Lil' bro 13 say he flockin' to live If I don't got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like He try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like MB up double O, bitch I'm the drip, like Bullets gon hit him rearrange his shit, like Don't give a fuck if you blood or if you crip If you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit Bro pop out the cut with a .three0 and shit Start shootin' from deep like he Curry and shit Sippin' on wock, vision blurry and shit But don't try to front still sturdy with the grip 6 shots let off, three niggas got hit, like It's a man down every time that we spin We up on the score and we don't count attempts, like Kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like Speak on JB, then you taking that trip, like Now it's time to go spin Fuck a outfit, I'ma spin what I'm in Give a fuck 'bout no face, hope they remember it He got shot out the car, he couldn't see, windows tint TG flocked out the whip, while he yellin out, "Crip" All he heard was MB then that nigga got hit If a bitch bunny hop, tell us Ballas to spin, like Rah-Rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip Lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip Lilah got smoked, left her dead in a crib Juu Hef got beat with the hookah, oh shit KDub tried to run, but the fat nigga tripped Nobody outside, so Mex got spliffed Caine got me bussin' and tweakin' and shit All the opps dead, yeah, they restin' in piss Grrah, grrah I don't know who to trust on the bros, niggas movin' real funny Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy He get shot if he hop like a bunny Nesty a bum and he don't got no money (Dubski) When I slide better run or get clipped Whole block movin' tact' when we takin that trip Call up Kenzo, you know that's the drip When I spin through the 4s, I'ma up off the hip I know niggas prayin' that I slip They gon' stay on they knees, tell 'em niggas, "Suck dick" I catch Richie, then he gettin' hit If E4D doing bad, niggas ain't doin' shit And that Ooter nigga, he a bitch He keep losin' his mans and he just wanna diss If he move then it's lit Keemy gon up it, and click it hit him in his shit Got the knock on my hip Niggas be talkin' in songs but never caught a hit And Breezo a kid Plus he got shot and he still not rappin' what he live And the wock got me lit Smokin' on Rah, this shit bussin' bussin' out the zip Grrah, gang Grrah-grrah, boom Every opp shot Everything dead, like Grrah-grrah, boom Grrah-grrah, like