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BLITZ ALL OPPS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BLITZ ALL OPPS was released on November 28, 2025 by a team as a part of the album HELLBOUND, THE MIXXTAPE
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
Labela team
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Seth Cross Campos
Seth Cross Campos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer

Lyrics

Pullin' up, four- pullin' up, four doors, and I got bats with me
Pullin' up with your hoe, and I got foes, and I got macs with me
Pourin' up, need more, I need more
I need more yak with me
Pullin' up, need more, I need more bread
I need more stacks with me
Throwin' up, need more, I need more beans
I can't relax, bitch
Yeah, the beast awoke, the beast awoke
It can't go back bitch
Yeah, the boy so toast
The boy so toast, he fuckin' with us, yeah
Yeah, your boy is a joke, your boy is a joke
Your boy so sus, yeah
Yeah, I took a fuck boy, took a fuck boy lunch
Pussy boy get, pussy boy get crushed, yeah
Pussy boy get crunched, yeah
Throw 'em in a double dutch, yeah
Got the hackers, ain't Russian
We attacking ain't bluffin
We attacking straight rushin, pullin' up, four
Pullin' up, four- Pullin' up, four doors, and I got bats with me
Pulling up on the boulevard, got the fangs
And the fucking vamps with me
Yeah you know that we stunning hard
Got your bitch trying to fucking dance for me
Smoking blunts in the backyard, got your bitch taking off her pants for me
A-Team be the set, A-Team be the set
A-Team be the set, A-Team be the set
A-Team be the set, A-Team be the set
A-Team be the set
Talk down on the set, demons coming for your neck
Demons coming, no arrests
They ain't sleepin, no rest
Put a hole up in his chest, then I let 'em get the rest
A-Team be the best, A-Team be the best
All them demons be the best
Demons tatted on her chest
God's curse, never blessed
Demons counting up checks
Blitz all of my opps, we ain't playing no chess
Pullin' up, four- pullin' up, four doors, and I got bats with me
Pullin' up with your hoe, and I got foes, and I got macs with me
Pourin' up, need more, I need more
I need more yak with me
Countin' up, need more, I need more bread
I need more stacks with me
Throwin' up, need more, I need more beans
I can't relax, bitch
Yeah, the beast awoke, the beast awoke
It can't go back bitch
Pullin' up, four doors, and I got bats with me
Pulling up on the boulevard, got the fangs
And the fucking vamps with me
Yeah you know that we stunning hard
Got your bitch trying to fucking dance for me
Smoking blunts in the backyard, got your bitch taking off her pants for me
Yeah, I took a, took a pussy boy lunch, yeah
Pussy boy get
Pussy boy get crushed, yeah
Pussy boy get crunched, yeah
Throw 'em in a double dutch, yeah
Turn a fuck boy to dust, yeah
You ain't fucking with us, you ain't fucking with us
And that's on everything
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
A-Team, A-Team
I'm only 18, 18
I love to pop beans, and pop beans
Can't live without 'em
I can't even doubt it
These fuck boys, so child- so childish
I'm living grounded, my ten toes be planted soundly
Demons come wipe your nose, so you best not even make a sound, bitch
Demons come fuck your hoe, so you best not be feeling proud, bitch
I'll stomp a Proud Boy
Them fuck boys, be making no noise
I'll stomp a"noticer", you ain't noticing nothing but ploys
We on that dark shit, that Underworld
Them HellBoundBoys
It's fuck a flag, I ain't no bootlicker
I ain't no toy
Fuck boy wanna be like me
Fuck boy wanna be like me
Fuck boy wanna be like me
Fuck boy wanna be like me
Fuck boy wanna be like me
You ain't seen the things that I've seen
You ain't dreamt the things that I've dreamed
You ain't even got no steeze
You don't even got no demons
You don't even hang with zombies
You ain't even got no ambition, you ain't even got no dream
You ain't even got no damn paper, you ain't even got no cream
Nah, you ain't even got no damn laser
You don't even got no beam
Bitch, you ain't never popped no bean
You ain't never served no fiend
Bitch, you ain't never shot at me
Why you say that you shot at me
Bitch, you ain't gotta lie to me, nah
You ain't gotta lie to me
Why the fuck did you lie to me
Why the fuck would you lie to me
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, pull up in anything
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, pull up in anything
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, you pull up we let it rain
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, we pull up we let it bleed
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, we pull up and let him bleed
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, we pull up and make him bleed
Pull up in Chevy, pull up in Ford, we leavin' him bloody scene
Pull up in chevy, pull up with sword, we leavin' a murder scene
Pull up in chevy, pull out the sword, we leavin' a murder scene
Leavin' him dead, we pull out the sword, we leavin' a murder scene
Leavin' him dead, we pull out the sword, we cutting his whole thing
Leavin' him dead, we pull out the sword, we cut off his whole thing
Cut off his whole team
Cut off his whole team
Cut off his whole team
Cut off his whole team
You fuckin' with A-Team
You fuckin' with Neff Bladed
You fuckin' with AKA
You fuckin' with HellBound, lil bitch
You fuckin' with HellBound, lil bitch
We pull up in HellBound with the stick
We pull up with Hellhounds with the stick
Written by: Seth Cross Campos
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