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mia ghost & homi michel - blitz lyrics

i’m in the party with a knife i’m tryna poke something
b+tch cute as f+ck & got some ass but she don’t know nothing
my n+gga tripping off a “p” he tryna blow something
shooting with yo eyes closed how i know you ain’t gone smoke nothing
i ain’t gone lie my first trip i made six hundred
learned how to talk i hit six stores before six something
i really run with some pits i’ll tell them “sic something”
get they drop & watch them young n+ggas blitz something
how the f+ck is you a tweaker & you ain’t k!lled nothing ?
f+cking off a “p”, i broke her back she told me keep stuffing
you steady cuffing rat hoes & they gone keep f+cking
my n+gga got 100 on him he gone keep bussing
he keep texting bout his b+tch i’m finna keep f+cking
f+ck that b+tch good she acting crazy tryna key something
smoke a n+gga downtown fbg something
b+tch i earned all my bodies fbg nothing
she talking bout her jaws hurt b+tch keep sucking

i don’t need no f+cking pill to come & tweak something
you don’t step foreal so all that dissing sh+t don’t mean nothing
brody on go don’t get stepped on for mean mugging
i got the mag in the fourty ain’t tryna read nothing
n+ggas getting pressed, brody popped out with three b+ttons
tryna take it there he gone get left for tryna think he coming
cap ass n+gga think he a tweaker i know he a flunky
n+ggas capped out they talk crazy they ain’t really on it
re riding with them switches on him i ain’t switching on him
they tail tucking i can tell & n+gga i ain’t snitching on them
i ain’t gotta set the play to come & put this b+tch up on you
tender n+gga in his feelings about a thot these n+ggas open
playing in that water don’t get popped doing all that trolling
you gone get yo ass slimed out thinking i ain’t knowing
get yo ass folded tryna press n+gga i ain’t folding
n+ggas knowing they ain’t cut they just cap fa clout
lil n+gga don’t try to bump into us unless you crashing out
pat popped out with bl!ck on him they ain’t pat him down
flunky n+gga internet thuggin’ till we lag him out
catch them out & wrap up all that sh+t they rapping bout
bro toting a cig & he ah treat you like a black & mild
every n+gga in yo circle sweet ain’t got to ask a round
re tryna catch a hat these n+ggas just be rapping now

- mia ghost homi michel lyrics

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