Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blitz , by - Toosii. Release date: 17.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blitz |
| Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today |
| Yesterday I won’t on my shit but I’m on my shit today |
| Slap a 7 right on my back say I’m feeling like Vick today |
| They say it’s dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today |
| Hop out I’m gon' park the whip |
| If they move we sparking it |
| Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff |
| I grew up 'round hot heads 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 freak |
| Every time I talk she get to tweeting it’s like talk tweet |
| She like nigga you lied to fuck |
| Told her I just talk sweet |
| She gon' probably tell her bitch ass brother he don’t know we spark heat |
| I be chillin' I don’t spark beef |
| I be 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, I pull the glick out |
| She asked me was I friendly |
| Got to the room I pull my dick out |
| And she dropped to my knees I got to thinking she got a big mouth |
| Said fuck it, put my dick up told that bitch this was a stick up |
| And if she think about moving then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up |
| Know where we at just come and get us |
| Ain’t nobody fucking with us |
| Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today |
| Yesterday I won’t on my shit but I’m on my shit today |
| Slap a 7 right on my back say I’m feeling like Vick today |
| They say it’s dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today |
| Hop out I’m gon' park the whip |
| If they move we sparking it |
| Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff |
| I grew up 'round hot heads 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 em' lackin' in the car |
| Knock em' off point point |
| Never thought my music 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 glicko |
| Oh me oh my |
| He try it then he gone die |
| No excuse I wanna see em' fly |
| If it’s birds we gone get em' by |
| My right hand man say how I told em' to look at the sky |
| He said what nigga on a plane |
| Told em' just stick to mary jane |
| 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 |
| Sent a letter like you’ll be okay |
| Tryna hit her she be with Tae |
| And just because her ass fat don’t mean I’ll eat the cake |
| Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today |
| Yesterday I won’t on my shit but I’m on my shit today |
| Slap a 7 right on my back say I’m feeling like Vick today |
| They say it’s dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today |
| Hop out I’m gon' park the whip |
| If they move we sparking it |
| Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff |
| I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit |
| When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick |