Greco (NYC) - BLITZ Lyrics

Geekin' off of that Pangaea no frackin'
Full moon, issa pack of wolves, for the night
Mood set, in function, its right, like
Who you really f*cking with this?
Burning up a that flower and you gone up in a blitz
Buried in the snowmobile, the winters like a bliss
Hennys on a f*cking mission, kill me on the fifth
These aliens from Pluto, come with straps, they come with clicks
Too flick for da TSA, no airplane
Been flying with privates jets in our PJ's
I been clear, are we clear? What that bitch say?
They roll down the windows like your bitches favorite limousine
Op
I got pennies on my penny wrist
I really f*cking bitches, we be leave 'em backless
And I been carrying the game on my back
I came back just for laughs, but the track
Got the last laugh-
Ugh
Running off, you gunning off, in that blitz
Wintertime, no summertime in a bliss
F*ck you, then I shoot 'em off with da glicks
Footsteps, get silent, with the click
Ah, really was an old soul
She f*ckin' with your mental, give that bitch a long rope
And I ain't runnin', I been setting all da markets crash
Rising like a rocket, gave da NASDAQ nasty hatchet-lash
Lupid can Cupid do find me bitches ain't ratchet
Been a comedy for minute, witty shit just started catchin'
I been droppin' the carry
And I've been carrying matches
Burn da building standing
While everyone's standing around and-
Ugh
I've been setting up arenas, got these bitches fighting colosseum style,
Thats the art of war
I got roses in the backseat in the louie bag
Order roses at doors and tell them bitches that you love her more
Ugh
Running off, you gunning off, in that blitz
Wintertime, no summertime in a bliss
F*ck you, then I shoot 'em off with da glicks
Footsteps, get silent, with the click
Geekin' off of dat Pangaea no frackin'
Full moon, 'sa pack of wolves, for da night
Mood set, in function, it's right
Who you really f*cking with this?
Geekin' off of dat Pangaea no frackin'
Full moon, 'sa pack of wolves, for da night
Mood set, in function, it's right
Too slow for the man off of that ping
Coming in with the fleek
Bezo's in a blitz
Money counters in a business of peak
I been running these ATV's lately in Moab
I been going so fast you ain't see where we go past
I don't really wanna f*ck with you, f*ck with you least
Anyone of you could be f*cked up in a truck-bed, no lease
Really wouldn't wanna miss you when I'm too busy at peaks
No really f*ck ya'll, gon' leave his ass in the blitz
Coming in to the rose-gold on the new thrones, like woah
My voice sound raspy, but my cash clean on low
They been running so fast, I just hid em up on the dash
You might catch me running, but only for the one thousand
I've been kicking, Mr. Miyagi, but bitch please do not try me
You see me leading the posse, I brought a war, not an army
You want to f*ck with the Moly, you ass left at the party
Want to f*ck with promethazine, get da Uber ready
Run it bitch, hold you pitch, lets see if you f*ck with me
If you running from the blitz, you running from the f*cking product, ugh-
And I've been running with the bucks boy
And the winter just got frigid with the bucks boy
Running off, you gunning off, in the blitz
Wintertime, no summertime in a bliss
F*ck you, then I shoot em off with the glicks
Footsteps, get silent, with the click