BLITZ Balthazard (Ft. Ski Mask the Slump God)
"BLITZ" by Balthazard featuring Ski Mask the Slump God, released in 2023, is a high-energy hip-hop track that blends rapid-fire verses with catchy hooks. The main themes revolve around confidence, resilience, and the hustle of urban life. Lyrically, it showcases clever wordplay and braggadocio, emphasizing self-empowerment and success. Unique musical elements include a dynamic beat and innovative production techniques. The song has gained traction in the underground scene, reflecting the evolving sound of modern hip-hop. #HipHop
[Intro: Balthazard]
Yuh, and you don't know
And I do, see? (Kezii), a real one
A real yardie boy, you heard?
Fooling around
Suck me mama pussy up, ya bomboclaat
And I'm holding out for it
Yah, yeah
[Verse 1: Balthazard]
Say less, say that
Real cowboy, nigga, that's straight cap
I ain't had no dad, I had OG's
In the projects where a nigga stayed at
I was in those streets, no ABC's
In the kitchen, learn how to make crack
When the crime got fun, nigga, up that gun, nigga
Playing twenty-one, no take-backs
Cold, blitz, can't make money if you don't risk
New drip, new kicks, heart cold, had to ice my wrist
Hit the mall then I ice my bitch, huh, money, huh, Mitch
Niggas like to talk to the police, no cream, ice that snitch
Ten toеs, stand out, broke niggas like to walk with they hand out
I ain't makе no mill', but I pay my bills
Fuck, nigga, I feel like the man now
Two shots to the head, man down
Two shots to the head, man down
Get down, no style, Gen Tao
Niggas steady got nerve, it's rigged out
Don't come to me casa, I shit on niggas, you shit like caca
They dirty, they Fanta, chopper say "Bye bye", nigga, that's "Hasta Mañana"
I pull up so fire, hit 'em with the fire, fire
Then I ride off like "Haha"
Bread on my pasta, you an imposter
Baby, call me "Dada"
Hold up, wait, Debby, cakes
Food on my table, before a nigga eat, I gotta say "Grace"
No face, no case
Got tattoos all over my face
She on her knees, sucking this dick, she loves the taste
Yuh, and you don't know
And I do, see? (Kezii), a real one
A real yardie boy, you heard?
Fooling around
Suck me mama pussy up, ya bomboclaat
And I'm holding out for it
Yah, yeah
[Verse 1: Balthazard]
Say less, say that
Real cowboy, nigga, that's straight cap
I ain't had no dad, I had OG's
In the projects where a nigga stayed at
I was in those streets, no ABC's
In the kitchen, learn how to make crack
When the crime got fun, nigga, up that gun, nigga
Playing twenty-one, no take-backs
Cold, blitz, can't make money if you don't risk
New drip, new kicks, heart cold, had to ice my wrist
Hit the mall then I ice my bitch, huh, money, huh, Mitch
Niggas like to talk to the police, no cream, ice that snitch
Ten toеs, stand out, broke niggas like to walk with they hand out
I ain't makе no mill', but I pay my bills
Fuck, nigga, I feel like the man now
Two shots to the head, man down
Two shots to the head, man down
Get down, no style, Gen Tao
Niggas steady got nerve, it's rigged out
Don't come to me casa, I shit on niggas, you shit like caca
They dirty, they Fanta, chopper say "Bye bye", nigga, that's "Hasta Mañana"
I pull up so fire, hit 'em with the fire, fire
Then I ride off like "Haha"
Bread on my pasta, you an imposter
Baby, call me "Dada"
Hold up, wait, Debby, cakes
Food on my table, before a nigga eat, I gotta say "Grace"
No face, no case
Got tattoos all over my face
She on her knees, sucking this dick, she loves the taste
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