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letra de top gz - blitz gz

[intro]
bow, bow
it’s that blitz gz n-gga you heard, don’t forget the capital g
grah, grah

[verse]
me and my n-ggas different, who f-ckin’ with us?
lot of n-ggas talk hot, but was running from us
i be totin’ on daffy, make him duck
once he run, he get turned to a blunt
like, jj my demon he don’t give a f-ck
everybody get hit once y’all pop out the cut
smooch gz gon’ throw, ain’t no way you can run
once i aim down the sights, lil’ n-gga you done
like, look
f-ck b-tches, get money, no time to waste
dissin’ on bro, get you turned into ace
spot a flock on that sev, and i’m parkin’ that raif
n-ggas jackin’ they ooters, i don’t got no faith
i’m 48, droppin’ my 4 get you shot in your face
throw the beam on his head, watch him pick up the pace
roll up yellow and diddy, this sh-t got me laced
most of these n-ggas be rappin’ and dissin’, but them n-ggas don’t got a seam with a grip
can’t even count all the times that i cl!cked
i’m a demon, i don’t gotta say what i did
nazzy had lacked and got popped in his top, left his brains on the floor, he was sleepin’ and sh-t
nando be buggin’ and tweakin’ and sh-t
hollows bang on his chest, leave him wheezin’ and sh-t
i get to tweakin’, who gon’ stop me
keep a g, don’t run up it’s a homi’
reese loc mad that i’m smokin’ on notti
can’t text and drive, won’t go out like koby
i be bussin’ off drugs like bobby
tank tried to spin, and he wen’t out donny
totin’ this .30, i’m feelin’ so c-cky
smokin’ opps and bendin’ is my favorite hobby
i miss my devil, free cap
we was bussin’ of yerks in the trap
[?], needa’ stay off his sack
woulda’ ran into bro that woulda’ been a new pack
for the net, these n-ggas act
n-ggas tried to be yg three years back
how y’all smokin’ on bro, n-ggas needa’ relax
no beam, red tips, no way he got tagged
we can link up with knocks, b-tch i ain’t a rapper
n-ggas ain’t in the field, n-ggas actors
[?] dissin’, but he not a factor
p-ssy lil’ n-gga, he fill me with laughter
don’t got the chop, we gon’ rip him like batter
i be talkin’ my sh-t like a pastor
and i’m like that, with the knocks
and i’m like that without it, this sh-t do not matter
and i only got hopped, cuz’ i’m on that
i won’t beef with a streamer, they all cap
duck when you run into me
they tried to dump out v, but we makin’ em’ fall back
my n-ggas different, you already know we completin’ that mission
you run up, we cl!ckin’
try to run up on me, you get hit with this smithin’
that’s on bro, i’ma up it and blitz sh-t
b-tch, i’m blitz gz
and you already know what i do
try to run down, but you makin’ the news
me and my n-ggas different, we feenin’ to oot

- blitz gz

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