Lyrics Blitz (feat. Tha PlyMakerz) - Mooce

Ay, you hear me
Ay, this take two in this motherfucker you heard me
Man we fucked up the first time, but that's alright though

Let's go

Yeah
Ay, you hear me
Ay, nigga saying that I'm pussy
You should slap, who told you that

Run up on me, I ain't worried
Bet you won't be running back

I be bringing home the bacon like a fucking running back

Separate myself from Rats, cause bitch, I'm not a part of that

Speaking on me, he can slap
Disrespect me and get maxed
Me and the bros stay in our lane like we Penny and we Shaq
I be the reason that he missing

Knock his ass right off the map
Last day freshman year, but I still won't speak on that

Paranoid cause I don't trust you
Have my niggas come and bust you

By the way if you a bitch, I have some females come and rush you
Already know what hoes be up to
All that makeup is a front too
I hit that hoe right from the back, then hit that pussy from the front too

All my niggas eat together, ball together, hit the blunt too
I don't care if that's your bitch, cause if you with her, she gon' fuck too

Talking shit up on the mic is something I don't do that often
Disrespecting any way, I have you picking out your coffin

When they throw me in that water, I come out just like a dolphin
When they throw you in that water, you gon' drown because you soft man
Tryna walk up in the mall where I don't care about the cost man
Tell your ass what to do, CEO

Like I'm the boss, man
I don't really like the dentist, so I'm not the type to floss man

Hop up in that Benz, pick up your bitch, I'm in her jaw, man
My brother keep the stick he on go

Now you a loss, man

Tryna get icy on my wrist, call me the Frost man

I'll hop up in that booth, get disrespectful on the mic
Put them paws on your bitch ass, don't care if it ain't right
You hear me?

I love my bitch spirit

She catching that just like a flight
I love the fucking feeling

The weed be loud, you hear it higher than the fucking ceiling

Made her give it up quick, but only if she willing
Heard she burned a couple niggas, need some penicillin

Ain't gotta touch you to get my point across but I know you feel me

The suckers think I'm lacking but the hammer on my hip

Tryna play me out my money, I'ma make you strip

in a stick, another 14. in the clip
Bitch, I'm a lil sav, and I really do this shit

Mask on my face, so it's harder for the case

You gotta use them black gloves and a 38.

Wiggle back to that house, burn my clothes I'm safe
Fuck the police, let them try and find the trace

I was in that field with my cleats sunk in

Damn this beat knock, here we go again

Writing all them rhymes, call me deadly with the pen

Got the game shook out they shoes with this spin
Coming from the struggle everybody get it in

Know a couple niggas swiping, tryna count ten
If they on the dark, what they hitting for a band

Taught to get it out the bitch or dope for the win

I call Chuy, Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen he whipping whole gang on the beat, so you know that we spitting

Balenciaga sock runners, please tell me how I'm tripping

Catch the opposition out in public and we blitzing
These suckers magic mic, see them poles and they stripping

I'm pissing Codeine, so don't ask what I'm sipping
I'm really getting money while you niggas still bipping
G23, hold 33. that's MJ Pippen

Moose sent me the beat it's finna be a spicy verse

She wanna fuck the gang, cause she know we all diverse
Thought I had a shuffle way I was digging all up in her purse
If I aim this beam, better hope you wake up to a nurse

Toe tag, SMG pull more skits then SNL

Keep that heat, so I don't get blitzed, this ain't the NFL

Dumb niggas on the gram, this ain't the show and tell

Fuck my opp's bitch, then I told that nigga oh well, Bitch