Tryn Blitz Testo
Testo Tryn Blitz
T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs
Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast
In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga
In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga!
Blade, Blade, Blade, Dj Blade bla-
T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs
Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast
In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga
In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga You's a house nigga, I'm a trap nigga
He-He said he got them gats nigga, thats a cap nigga
I tell em' do the math nigga, stick to rap nigga
He said I don't want smoke, but that's really a lie
He fighting little boys, but he can't fight for his life
Ch-Ch-Choppa hit em, make him fall, he get split like a pie
And he said he gon' pull up, but he never even tried!
Yea, 12 in the trap house, they grabbin' packs now
So we running out the back now, we in the whip now
Ye-Ye-Yea we finna speed off, do the dash now
We just hit that lick and now we flexing all his packs now
Yea, sippin lemonade, double cup, like Beyonce
Cuz' I been hitting licks and now I want a fiancé
This choppa it's gon' kick, It blow your crib in like it's Bombay
I've been getting money, so I do not want your comments (Yea!)
Yo man is a goofy & he think he gonna stop me
I've been making heat, bullets hot, like some Taki's
I've been in your crib, and your girl gon' call me "Papi" This opp talk, I'm kicking in your house like Karate
And I pull out with a scope, and then give it to my brothers
I'm eating Dunkin Donuts posted up, I'm undercover
Cus' I've always been finnessin', see them coppas' and I'm ducking
But I'm cracking all these opps, and I'm burning em' like some rubber (Yea!)
T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs
Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast
In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga
In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga!
You's a house nigga, I'm a trap nigga
Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast
In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga
In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga!
Blade, Blade, Blade, Dj Blade bla-
T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs
Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast
In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga
In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga You's a house nigga, I'm a trap nigga
He-He said he got them gats nigga, thats a cap nigga
I tell em' do the math nigga, stick to rap nigga
He said I don't want smoke, but that's really a lie
He fighting little boys, but he can't fight for his life
Ch-Ch-Choppa hit em, make him fall, he get split like a pie
And he said he gon' pull up, but he never even tried!
Yea, 12 in the trap house, they grabbin' packs now
So we running out the back now, we in the whip now
Ye-Ye-Yea we finna speed off, do the dash now
We just hit that lick and now we flexing all his packs now
Yea, sippin lemonade, double cup, like Beyonce
Cuz' I been hitting licks and now I want a fiancé
This choppa it's gon' kick, It blow your crib in like it's Bombay
I've been getting money, so I do not want your comments (Yea!)
Yo man is a goofy & he think he gonna stop me
I've been making heat, bullets hot, like some Taki's
I've been in your crib, and your girl gon' call me "Papi" This opp talk, I'm kicking in your house like Karate
And I pull out with a scope, and then give it to my brothers
I'm eating Dunkin Donuts posted up, I'm undercover
Cus' I've always been finnessin', see them coppas' and I'm ducking
But I'm cracking all these opps, and I'm burning em' like some rubber (Yea!)
T-T-Twelve tryna' blitz, brodie show me packs
Twelve in the back, we bouta do the race, Gotta Blast
In the past nigga, robbing for some cash nigga
In the back nigga, with the mac nigga, don't get clapped nigga!
You's a house nigga, I'm a trap nigga
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