Toosii - Blitz lyrics

Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger

[Toosii - Blitz lyrics]

Yeah, uh

Talking 'bout hit's
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 a 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 liеd to fuck?" Told her
I just talk sweet
Gon' probably tell her bitch-ass brothеr
He don't know we spark heat
I be chilling, I don't spark beef
Be in my own zone and my 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 hit's
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 a 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
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 Tae
And just because her ass fat
Don't mean I eat the cake

Talking 'bout hit's
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 a 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

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