Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blitz, artist - Fat Trel.
Date of issue: 16.12.2021
Song language: English
Blitz |
Team Icons |
Team Legends |
Let’s go |
He wanna ahhhza, I hit him with the stick |
Catch him on his blindside, I can’t wait to get it lit |
I be posted in the trenches, I might go and send a blitz |
And if he put it in the sky, I can see a pick six |
I might go and hit them hitters where it hurt, in the dirt |
Why you rapping, I’m the captain, you can see it on my shirt |
I think this might be a pass, why he try me on the first |
Promise we gon' hit them hard, all my hitters on alert |
I’m a hunter, like I’m hunter, I may go and blitz the punter |
I might call a audible I’m in disguise with the runners |
I want contact with the quarterback, I really want him |
I’ve been working like I’m Perkins, all my armor come from under |
I’m like Domani on my corner, I advise you stay away from me |
And I like to play the pocket watch 'em like I’m Zachary |
All-American athlete, Walter blitzing through the three |
I hate to see you tackle Evan turn into a tragedy |
Posted with my savages, we doing all the damages |
And Tyler want the pancakes, you can keep the sandwiches |
And when it comes down to CJ, I don’t think you can handle him |
I’m an Under Armour athlete I’m gifted and talented |
He wanna ahhhza, I hit him with the stick |
Catch him on his blindside, I can’t wait to get it lit |
I be posted in the trenches, I might go and send a blitz |
And if he put it in the sky, I can see a pick six |
I might go and hit them hitters where it hurt, in the dirt |
Why you rapping, I’m the captain, you can see it on my shirt |
I think this might be a pass, why he try me on the first |
Promise we gon' hit them hard, all my hitters on alert |
I’ve been balling then been calling, I’m the illest, realest here |
I’ve been running with gorillas, opposition disappear |
I know you scared, it’s in your eyes, I can really see the fear |
'Cause I’m a legend, Armageddon, you wishing you was here |
Now who want it? |
We coming, we blitzing, they running |
We icons, they nothing, we know they scared, they bluffing |
And I’m ESPN cool, what it do, who is you |
Man you a target, I’m retarded, I’m the hardest, check the shoe |
Man I’m a weapon like I’m Stephen, I was never scared to shoot |
And you should watch where you stepping, I step back and gave him two |
Like, oh my God, I hit 'em hard, now his helmet coming off |
Arguing with the referee, I really hate to get involved |
But if he wanna ahhhza, I hit him with the stick |
Catch him on his blindside, I can’t wait to get it lit |
I be posted in the trenches, I might go and send a blitz |
And if he put it in the sky, I can see a pick six |
I might go and hit them hitters where it hurt, in the dirt |
Why you rapping, I’m the captain, you can see it on my shirt |
I think this might be a pass, why he try me on the first |
Promise we gon' hit them hard, all my hitters on alert |