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Yeah, uh, uh, uh Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin' Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nuttin' By today I'm tryna have a fuck nigga shitting blood Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter I get on a nigga ass like Bebe Kids Skis and fatigues, fuck you mean the feds raid the crib? Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house If a nigga make it on my radar, I might as well start countin' If that nigga just like me, he tryna take your life I'm a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don't let me think I'm right I'm a fucking heartbreaker, soul snatcher It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick, tackle Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after I get on a bih, nothing make me back up Letras de cancionesThink I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin' Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fuck yo' age Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking Even your mama know that you gone get a toe tag soon for fucking with me, boy Should've stayed on the porch Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up Smokin' with a swally joint You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin' Lil' breh, it ain't no point For the juvenile turned convicts, niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick, tackle Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after I get on a bitch, nothing make me back up Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin' From Letras Mania