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Blitz'n
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blitz'n was released on January 18, 2022 by 2091555 Records DK as a part of the album Blitz'n - Single
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Release DateJanuary 18, 2022
Label2091555 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Baby T
Baby T
Songwriter

Lyrics

Maybe, maybe not
Yo
Fuck yourself
What's the word, bro
What up
Shit, man
What's up, bro
What's up, bro
I'm chillin', man
I know you and that bitch going crazy, man
I'm just calling to tell you to keep going crazy, man
You in that bitch coming up, man
Every time I look up, you dropping some shit, bro
Keep dropping some shit, bro
Keep going crazy, bro
Hey, man
Keep going crazy, bro
All right, man
My boy, Love
All right, man
Love
Love
Love
Love
Yeah
Go
Baby T
Huh
You can't cook, dope
Why the fuck you even in the kitchen
Glock came with a laser, just so I got great precision
Heard them boys ain't out there fuck it
We gon' keep on spinning
Kill the opp, then kill the witness
He couldn't mind his business
Always ditchin' school
You would've thought I was suspended
Bro, nem glassin' shit
I heard your homie's shit still pendin'
2012, I had on trues, cuz that was my religion
Call lil bro a red dog, cuz he only known for blitzn'
I done seen so much shit, damn, near keep my eyes closed
I can spot a pussy **** with a blindfold
Do your ass like Minecraft, ****
Get your mind blown
It's 50 shots up in this Glock, ****
You can have those
All these sticks up in the car but bro, nem trailing me
And you can't hang with us if you ain't got no felonies
Keep hitting me from the back is what she keep on telling me
And you ain't from that block, so ****, you can't sale with me
Uh, kick doors
Big T got his wrist froze
Big poles, and we known to wipe nose
Uh, thick hoes
Them bitches be so cold
Uh, big rolls
I swear my shit won't fold
Uh, trigger finger itchin'
Up, it get to blickin'
Told her all she had to do was listen
She couldn't pay attention
Told him when we see him that he finished
We don't blank on missions
Rest in piss to all our fuckin' ops, cuz ain't no competition
You can't cook, dope
Why the fuck you even in the kitchen
Glock came with a laser, just so I got great precision
Heard them boys ain't out there fuck it
We gon' keep on spinning
Killed the opp, then killed the witness
He couldn't mind his business
Always ditching school
You would've thought I was suspended
Bro nem glassin'
Shit, I heard your homie's shit still pending
2012, I had on Trues, cuz that was my religion
Call lil bro a red dog, cuz he only known for blitzn'
Outro
Written by: Baby T
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