Pe$o Pete, Ham Sandwich, Redster - FLARE BLITZ lyrics

Okay! Huh?! (Bitch)
Aye, huh? (Aye, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah)
Ayo, oddwin! Yes, sir!
Yeah! (Stupid, ugh)

Creepin' down his block
With that "Graow!", fuckin' his life up
I'm smoking gas
You can tell when I light up
You rolling reggie, you just got a light buzz
Yo' bitch is missing like when I say
"Knife up" he talking shit
Then we jump him like fight club
Smoking a blizzy while I'm pouring white rum
My chopper horny, it just wanna pipe some'
Ground up some runtz and I'm stuffing a raw
Tats on my hand, feel like Trafalgar Law
Fucking my bitch, boy, I'm fucking her raw
I live exactly how I'm in my songs
(Aye! Bitch)
That boy want free clout, he just a scavenger


Beat up her box
I throw hands like Soul Caliber
Laugh to the bank, I'm a big money gatherer
Smoking on fronto with Kezzy in passenger
PE$O and Kezzy, boy, that shit a massacre
Roadrunning pack like young PE$O a traveler
Look at my right wrist, Graveler
Counting blue hundreds like Arthur, Excalibur
Chop' got a long nose, Excalibur
Rollin' up purple
She thought it was lavender
I'm at the top and I
Don't see no challengers

I'm at the top, I don't see no opponents
Sengoku body, my body is golden
Pray for that nigga, he might need an omen
Blade on the chopper, it's cutting him open
Hundred-round drum and that
Bitch fully loaded
I need my diamonds on water, ocean
I put that bitch in positions and poses
I get the cheese, then I smile like Goldfish
(Aye, yeah)
D-M-V bitch, she gon' eat it with Old Bay
Ask yo' li'l bitch how
My muhfuckin' pole taste
Still fresh in her mouth, uh, Colgate
I'm on the beat goin' back to my old ways
Send him to paradise
Somethin' like Coldplay
I got a choppa that fuck up his whole face
Bitch, I be eating like Big Mom in Whole Cake
X on his head, he get hit with the choppa
I pop a Perky, I turn to a monster
Biker jeans on me, get worn with the bomber
Stone in his head, now he off of his rocker
Crackin' his egg
That boy turn to an omelette
Talkin' my shit, boy
You talkin' that nonsense
Rocks on my chain got me feelin' like comet
Cold like December, but hotter than August

Up in the lab, boy
I'm plotting and scheming (I'm plotting)
Me and my brothers move money like Lehman
(Money)
My money longer than terms and agreements
(Yes, sir)
Fuck on a bitch, she gon' swallow my semen
(Fucking thot) look at me wrong and we
Run through his region (Whoop)
Up on his block and he already leaving
(Graow)
He stick with twelve like a dodecahedron

Yo', red doesn't know what that fucking is
(Ha ha haha)
Bro', they can just fucking Google it (Aye)

Go read a dictionary, stupid (Idiot)
Spin through his block like, Rubik's (Yuh)
Fourteen carat, my, Cuban (Icy)
That nigga snake, he, loose-lipped
If Ham got beef, I'm, shootin' (Boom)
I been a problem, nuisance (Yes, sir)
I been Apollo, moving (Bitch)
You cannot hang if you fuck up the ambience
(Bitch) off half a Xan'
Someone call me an ambulance (Aye)
Stones on me gold
Got me feel like a champion (Yes, sir)
Look at me wrong and
I'm stabbing your pancreas
Look at me wrong, you gon' lose your medulla
Turned him to stone, got me feel like Medusa
(Ugh) the pack has arrived, Hallelujah
I need the money, simoleons, mula

I was gon' jump him, but he wearing Puma
Can't fuck with no pigs, not even Pumbaa
Ralph Lauren pants with the Champion tool
Big metal body, I feels like K
Nah, I don't wanna say it like that
Aye, big metal body, I feel just like Kuma!
I got some mana that I'm 'bout to use up
I lit a blunt and young Ham lit the fuse up
That bitch ain't bad, she built like Goodra
That bitch ain't bad
She built like a Goomba
That bitch ain't bad
She built like a Koopa!
That bitch ain't bad, she built like Kamek!
She suck me up, then I'm painting her canvas
These rappers putas, I said it in Spanish
Fresh out the water like muhfuckin' salmon
Don't fuck with pig
But I fuck with Ham Sandwich get it, bro'?
He be goin' straight pork mode, bruh
Pork chop, bacon that sizzle
Bitch, stupid ugh
Why it sound like