Bigroom Blitz (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Chapter five

(Bigroom Blitz)

International bitch!

It's, it's, the bigroom blitz!

Turn it up !

Shotta got the plan, man

Always like a Grand Slam

Big shot, hole in one

Shotalot is on the run

Crack on the whip, snap attack

Bars so tight, front to back

I reach my fate at the gates

God says shotta you was great

When I’m shopping

And my bag filled with options so don’t ask

What it cost I’m in a Maserati

Coupe going so fast

That I lost ‘em

And my bitch got so much swag

That these bad bitches on us

Ah! Killing y’all, pow!

(Bigroom Blitz)

It's, it's, the bigroom blitz

Bring the noise !

I jack them hoes, direct them hoes

Take ‘em home and let them hoes

Go live out their fantasies

They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed

Even got a couple bad bitches overseas

Shotta got the slo-mo

You can call it pro flow

Every shot a straight flush

Shotalot is in a rush

Back on the floor, lyrical madness

On the mic, Jack the cactus

I reach my fate at the gates

God says shotta, you was great!

Shotta gotta the chicks

It's, it's, the bigroom blitz

Yee-haa !

Nobody's hotta than shotta! Thank you!