Chapter five!
International blitz!
It's, it's the bigroom blitz!Tune it up!Shotta got the plan, man
Always like a Grand Slam
Big shot, all in one
Shotalot is on the run
Crack on the whips, never check
Bust in tight, front to back
I reach my fate at the gates
God says shotta yo was greatWhen 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!Big-room 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 (seas, seas, seas, seas)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!
E-ha
Yeah!
Songwriters
AYSEL GUEREL, COSMO HICKOX, H.P. BAXXTER, JENS-PETER THELE, MICHAEL JOEY SIMON, ONNO TUNC, PHILIP SPEISER, STEPHEN SINGERPublished by
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