BLITZ EM ! lyrics

[Intro]
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank

[Chorus]
Who the f*ck that is at the corner right there?
That's the opps, they think they spinnin' the block (Ayo, J6, turn that up)
f*ck it, we blow that boy brains out, we ain't give a f*ck, 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' f*ck '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 n*ggas watchin' my pockеts, they think that I'm good, they don't know what I do
n*ggas be rappin' 'bout bullsh*t up in they songs 'cause they just like the feeling
n*ggas get up on the 'Gram and they watchin' [?] appearance
I know he ain't like that sh*t on the disstrack, I know he's definetly gon' hear it
I'm the king of the underground, all of these n*ggas my sons like a motherf*ckin' parent
f*ckin' that b*tch so good, she call me dad, I don't wanna be a dad

[Verse]
Fell asleep then I woke up to a bad-ass b*tch 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 [?], n*gga, what's that bag? Lil' n*gga got that bag
n*ggas be thinkin' we friends 'cause we know how to rap
Where your ho? n*gga, 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 f*ck 'bout you n*ggas, I'm steppin' on necks when I step on my stacks
[Chorus]
Who the f*ck that is at the corner right there?
That's the opps, they think they spinnin' the block
f*ck it, we blow that boy brains out, we ain't give a f*ck, 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' f*ck '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 n*ggas watchin' my pockets, they think that I'm good, they don't know what I do
n*ggas be rappin' 'bout bullsh*t up in they songs 'cause they just like the feeling
n*ggas get up on the 'Gram and they watchin' [?] appearance
I know he ain't like that sh*t on the disstrack, I know he's definetly gon' hear it
I'm the king of the underground, all of these n*ggas my sons like a motherf*ckin' parent
f*ckin' that b*tch so good, she call me dad, I don't wanna be a dad

[Verse]
Fell asleep then I woke up to a bad-ass b*tch 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 [?], n*gga, what's that bag? Lil' n*gga got that bag
n*ggas be thinkin' we friends 'cause we know how to rap
Where your ho? n*gga, 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 f*ck 'bout you n*ggas, I'm steppin' on necks when I step on my stacks