It's the Big Room Blitz!
Turn it up!
Shotta got the plan, man, always like a grand slam.
Big shot, hole in one.
Shot a lot.
It's on the run.
Quack of the whip, snap attack, bar so tight front to back.
I reach my fate at the gates
God say shut up, you was great
When I'm shopping in my bag
Filled with options so don't ask
What it costs, I minimize it
Roddy Coop going so fast
That I lost him and my bitch got so much swag
That these bad bitches on us
Ah, keep killing y'all
Big Roomblitz
It's, it's
It's the Big Roomblitz
It's, it's the Big Roomblitz
break the noise
direct them hoes take them home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies
they poppin' pills and rollin' weed even got a couple bad bitches overseas
shot her, got the slow-mo you can call it pro-flow
every shot is great flush shot a lot in a rush
back on the floor lyrical madness on the mic
jack the cactus reach my fate at the gates
god save shot her you are straight
shot her, got the chicks it's, it's the big room blitz
nobody's hotter than shot her
thank you
thank you