Bigroom Blitz

Shotta got the plan, man Always like a Grand Slam Big shot, all in one Shotalot is on the run Crack on the whips, never check Bust in tight, front to back I reach my fate at the gates God says shotta yo was great When I'm shopping And my bad filled with options so don't ask What it cost I'm in a Maserati Coupe going so fast That I lost 'em And my bitch got so much swag That these bad bitches on us Ah! Killing y'all, pow! It's-it's the bigroom blitz! Bring the noise! I jack them hoes, direct them hoes Take 'em home and let them hoes Go live out their fantasies They're popping pills, I'm rolling weed Even got a couple bad bitches overseas Shotta got the slo-mo You can call it pro flow Every shot a straight flush Shotalot is in a rush Back on the floor, lyrical madness On the mic, Jack the cactus I reach my fate at the gates, God says shotta, you was great! Shotta gotta chicks, it's-it's the bigroom blitz! Yeah! Nobody's hotta than shotta! Thank you!