Ready To Blitz

Fuck the Gs, **** 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, **** 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

**** 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 **** died, I know the opps hurt

Since the one, they made about five shirts

I'm on fifty, bitch, I'm dumping mines first

**** died in a cab, he went out the worst

Miss my 9 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 shootin', 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 5th to the Sev, we them demons

We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip

Lil' bro thirteen, 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 you Crip

If you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit

Bro pop out the cut with a .30 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

Six shots let off, three **** 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 **** 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 **** 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, **** 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 fours, I'ma up off the hip

I know **** prayin' that I slip

They gon' stay on they knees, tell 'em ****, "Suck dick"

I catch Richie then he gettin' hit

If E4D doing bad, **** ain't doin' shit

And that Ooter ****, 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 the click it, hit him in his shit

Got the knock on my hip

**** 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

Grrah-grrah