Testo Blitz - Toosii
Testo della canzone Blitz (Toosii), tratta dall'album Poetic Pain
First back like he left us all
Yeah, yeah, uh
Talking 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday, I wasn't on my shit, but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, said I'm feeling like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well, we gon' blitz today
Hop out, I'ma park the whip, if they move, we sparking it
Broski be so chill, he catch a body, he'll spark spliff
I grew up 'round hotheads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
When we catch that nigga in person
He be stuttering, get to talking quick
I tell 'em that talk cheap, tell a bitch I don't talk free
Every time I talk, she get to tweeting, it's like talk, tweet
She like, "Nigga, you lied, the fuck?" Told her I just talk sweet
Gon' probably tell her bitch-ass brother, he don't know we spark heat
I be chilling, I don't spark beef
In my own zone
And my whole gang be on defense, I got layers like the ozone
Gotta get past level one to get to level two
Trip out, pull a Glick out
She asked me was I friendly, got to the room, I pulled my dick out
She dropped to her knees, I got to thinking she got a big mouth
Said fuck it, pulled my dick out, told that bitch this was a stickup
And if she think 'bout moving then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up
Know where we at, just come and get us
Ain't nobody fucking with us
Talking 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday, I wasn't on my shit, but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, said I'm feeling like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well, we gon' blitz today
Hop out, I'ma park the whip, if they move, we sparking it
Broski be so chill, he catch a body, he'll spark spliff
I grew up 'round hotheads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
When we catch that nigga in person
He be stuttering, get to talking quick
Told 'em I don't talk to pigs, I don't speak oink-oink
Caught him lacking in the car, knock him off, point-point
Never thought my music'd be on TV this soon, but I point choice
Bougie bitch, I ask her what car she wanna ride, she point Royce
Sicko, I keep a Glick-o, me-oh-my
He tried then he gon' die
No excuse, I wanna see 'em fly
If it's birds, we gon' get 'em by
My right-hand man say how I told him look at the sky
He said one nigga on the plane tell him just to come here
I got rid of all my problems, I ain't gotta deal with shit
If we leave his mama crying, she just gotta deal with it
Send a letter like you'll be okay, tryna hit her, she be with Tay
And just because her ass fat, don't mean I eat the cake
Talking 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday, I wasn't on my shit, but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, said I'm feeling like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well, we gon' blitz today
Hop out, I'ma park the whip, if they move, we sparking it
Broski be so chill, he catch a body, he'll spark spliff
I grew up 'round hotheads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
When we catch that nigga in person
He be stuttering, get to talking quick
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mosley, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Krzystof Nowakowski
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