Yung Ro Blitz
[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
Give it to 'em
[Chorus]
I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinated
Project baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinated
Free all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them niggas out
No Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait 'til he get out
But we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it out
Got the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it out
My partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but f..ck, we came this far
He talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car
[Verse]
'Cause I don't give a f..ck if you were my cousin, you ain't finna say what you saw
Before my mama cry, on your mama, I'd rather just blow your shit off
No, you ain't no gangster at all, you just good at playin' it off
Talkin' 'bout somethin' that hit, but you ain't even done payin' it off
Tayshia just had a son, I give her fire, but a ho gon' want my seed
If she told the truth like True Religion, I still wouldn't give her my genes
Love is evil spelled backwards, so you already know what that mean
It break your heart like branch on tree, that's why a ho always leaves
I'll roll my feelings in a Backwood 'fore I give you all of me
Then smoke blunt after blunt 'til I fall asleep
Woke up and put that mask on like it was Halloween
You on your period, just give me head before you fall asleep
Got hit by ATF, but still gon' move that dope
Got on my knees like I never lost before
But I got a daughter, so I can't lose no more
And I want her mama to know I'll never choose no ho
We got three K's like we never been home before
My dog cuffed a ho like he don't care what she done before
Baby mama on the 'Gram sayin' she done, but she been done before
Her mom always bash her like she haven't been young before
Free my cuz out that cell, free Number 4
I'm so loyal, you my dog, wouldn't f..ck your ho
And if she f..ck my partner, we can't f..ck no more
'Cause I ain't finna get into it with bro behind no ho
[Chorus]
I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinated
Project baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinated
Free all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them niggas out
No Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait 'til he get out
But we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it out
Got the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it out
My partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but f..ck, we came this far
He talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car
[Outro]
Yeah
He ain't gon' make it back to the car
Bitch, what you thought this was, man?
What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah