作词 : Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe/Abdallah Ahmad/Derek Garcia 作曲 : Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe/Abdallah Ahmad/Derek Garcia [Intro] Yeah, uh, uh, uh [?], yeah
[Chorus] Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm 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, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin’ [Verse 1] Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin' By today I'm tryna have a **** 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, **** 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, 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 ****in' heartbreaker, soul snatcher It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
[Chorus] Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm 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, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
[Verse 2] Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (That's on gang) Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, **** yo' age (Boy) Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (Damn) Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for ****in' with me, boy Should've stayed on the porch (Bitch) Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up Smokin' with a swally joint (Nigga) You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin' Lil' breh, it ain't no point (Mm) For the juvenile turned convicts Niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich
[Chorus] Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm 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, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe/Abdallah Ahmad/Derek Garcia [00:00.443] 作曲 : Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe/Abdallah Ahmad/Derek Garcia [00:00.887][Intro] [00:06.103]Yeah, uh, uh, uh [00:12.704][?], yeah [00:12.838] [00:19.102][Chorus] [00:25.311]Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle [00:27.617]Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm [00:31.580]I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up [00:33.930]Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em [00:37.251]Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer [00:40.207]Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm [00:43.459]It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin’ [00:45.059][Verse 1] [00:49.610]Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin' [00:52.998]By today I'm tryna have a **** nigga shitting blood [00:55.986]Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders [00:59.100]How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter [01:02.241]I get on a nigga ass like Bebe Kids [01:05.325]Skis and fatigues, **** you mean the feds raid the crib? [01:08.548]Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house [01:11.733]If a nigga make it on my radar, might as well start countin’ [01:14.737]If that nigga just like me, he tryna take your life [01:17.733]I’m a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don't let me think I’m right [01:21.136]I'm a ****in' heartbreaker, soul snatcher [01:23.590]It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard [01:24.181] [01:24.570][Chorus] [01:27.184]Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle [01:29.893]Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm [01:33.535]I get on a bih, nothin’ make me back up [01:36.208]Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em [01:39.572]Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer [01:42.372]Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm [01:46.089]It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin' [01:47.321] [01:48.023][Verse 2] [01:52.181]Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (That's on gang) [01:55.581]Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, **** yo' age (Boy) [01:58.756]Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (Damn) [02:02.098]Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking [02:05.126]Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for ****in' with me, boy [02:08.971]Should've stayed on the porch (Bitch) [02:11.021]Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up [02:15.296]Smokin' with a swally joint (Nigga) [02:16.922]You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin' [02:21.144]Lil' breh, it ain't no point (Mm) [02:23.215]For the juvenile turned convicts [02:26.213]Niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich [02:26.563] [02:27.065][Chorus] [02:29.730]Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle [02:32.220]Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm [02:35.817]I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up [02:38.460]Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em [02:41.982]Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer [02:44.638]Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm [02:48.434]It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
