Different Breed Noah - Blitz (feat. Jake Jones) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Ski
Yeah, I'm bout to blitz
Blitz, blitz, blitz
Yeah you can win but do it like this
Yeah you look good not paying your rent
No Kyrie but I'm finna shift
All this hate, I feel like Chris
Hop on a plane, I'm taking a trip
Not see through, got too much tint
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Step in the cut right quick
I just put 10k on my wrist
And I spent double that on my fit
I'm finna double back like this
And got too much hits can't miss
And I got sauce no this not drip
If you got bad takes, call you Skip
There go my son, gave him a bib
This song bumps like Young Boys lip
I'm wildin gotta dip
Play my album, it's no skips
Hop in the foreign, pushing the pedal, you know I'm flooring
Give me the ball, you know I'm scoring
Look at my jeans, they came Rick Owen
She love what I do, I just keep on going
And going, and going
Look at my chain, it's glowing
Too much ice, it's showing
Look at my grills, they gold
Can't beef cause I'm too old
Getting green that mold
This the best story never told
Yeah, I'm bout to blitz
Blitz, blitz, blitz
Yeah you can win but do it like this
Yeah you look good not paying your rent
No Kyrie but I'm finna shift
All this hate, I feel like Chris
Hop on a plane, I'm taking a trip
Not see through, got too much tint
You know I'ma dog, pit
Don't get popped, zit
You too fake, skit
Man, you know I'm legit
Man, I'm way too lit
Hop on the track and I swerve
I'm in the raq, I'm rocking wit Herb
Don't say much, I feel like Ferb
Huh, yeah, huh
I can't get no sleep, huh
Been up the whole week, yeah, yeah
She know me, she know me, she know me, yeah yeah
She know me, she know me, she know me
Yeah, I feel like I'm geeked, yeah
Slide in limousines, yeah
Right down magazine, yeah
Bring out the whole street, yeah
I feel like a star, yeah
Baby, they know me, yeah
Know I come so far, yeah
But still with the team, yeah
You don't got no heart, yeah
You can't hang with me, yeah
Been here from the start, yeah
Never been no fiend, yeah
Don't like nicotine, or the lean, or the beans, yeah
My pants Japanese, and my jeans Merikizi
I just make these hits, and I make it look so easy
I just throw my hands up, baby, I'm a demon
You know I'm the king
Beef with me, that's just called treason
And I'm gonna spaz out, do it for no reason
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Heard all that beef on the net, we finna slide
Don't come round my team if you ain't ready to go ride
Your girl was in my DM, just wait till I reply
I'm sendin up to the sky, my chain wet no tide
My leave yo whole gang fried
Ain't doin' too much, get the cash in a rush
On your head, no brush, deep down, I'm her crush
Know I came in clutch, I'm from the West, feel like Russ
I'm bout to blitz
Yeah you can win but do it like this
Yeah you look good not paying your rent
No Kyrie but I'm finna shift
All this hate, I feel like Chris
Hop on a plane, I'm taking a trip
Not see through, got too much tint
You know I'ma dog, pit
Don't get popped, zit
You too fake, skit
Man, you know I'm legit
Man, I'm way too lit
Hop on the track and I swerve
I'm in the raq, I'm rocking wit Herb
Don't say much, I feel like Ferb