Pasto Flocco - BLITZ EM !

{intro}
Evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank

{chorus}
Who the fuck that is at the corner right there?
That's the opps, they think they spinnin' the block (ayo, j6, turn that up)
Fuck it, we blow that boy brains out, we ain't give a fuck, we just clutchin' that (?...)
I feel like an auction the way that i'm uppin' that stick and i'm shootin' precision, yeah
Brodie gon' go through the front, i'ma go through the back, we gon' fuck 'round and blitz 'em, yeah

{post-chorus}
I'm with some real deal steppers, you come to my house, they really gon' feel you, yeah
Feds at the door, we go straight through the back, then we flushin' thе paraphernalia
These niggas watchin' my pockеts, they think that i'm good, they don't know what i do
Niggas be rappin' 'bout bullshit up in they songs 'cause they just like the feeling
Niggas get up on the 'gram and they watchin' (?...) appearance
I know he ain't like that shit on the disstrack, i know he's definetly gon' hear it
I'm the king of the underground, all of these niggas my sons like a motherfuckin' parent
Fuckin' that bitch so good, she call me dad, i don't wanna be a dad

{verse}
Fell asleep then i woke up to a bad-ass bitch sittin' right in my stash
(?...)
I let her think she finesse me, i hit it, so who really got the last laugh?
I'm a (?...), nigga, what's that bag? lil' nigga got that bag
Niggas be thinkin' we friends 'cause we know how to rap
Where your ho? nigga, i'm tryna smash
Can't back on me when i'm beatin' the back in the back of the back of the back
I give a fuck 'bout you niggas, i'm steppin' on necks when i step on my stacks

{chorus}
Who the fuck that is at the corner right there?
That's the opps, they think they spinnin' the block
Fuck it, we blow that boy brains out, we ain't give a fuck, we just clutchin' that (?...)
I feel like an auction the way that i'm uppin' that stick and i'm shootin' precision, yeah
Brodie gon' go through the front, i'ma go through the back, we gon' fuck 'round and blitz 'em, yeah

{post-chorus}
I'm with some real deal steppers, you come to my house, they really gon' feel you, yeah
Feds at the door, we go straight through the back, then we flushin' the paraphernalia
These niggas watchin' my pockets, they think that i'm good, they don't know what i do
Niggas be rappin' 'bout bullshit up in they songs 'cause they just like the feeling
Niggas get up on the 'gram and they watchin' (?...) appearance
I know he ain't like that shit on the disstrack, i know he's definetly gon' hear it
I'm the king of the underground, all of these niggas my sons like a motherfuckin' parent
Fuckin' that bitch so good, she call me dad, i don't wanna be a dad

{verse}
Fell asleep then i woke up to a bad-ass bitch sittin' right in my stash
(?...)
I let her think she finesse me, i hit it, so who really got the last laugh?
I'm a (?...), nigga, what's that bag? lil' nigga got that bag
Niggas be thinkin' we friends 'cause we know how to rap
Where your ho? nigga, i'm tryna smash

{outro}
Can't back on me when i'm beatin' the back in the back of the back of the back
I give a fuck 'bout you niggas, i'm steppin' on necks when i step on my stacks