FLARE BLITZ

Lyrics

[Intro: PE\$O PETE, redster!, oddwin, & bzargoodboy] Okay! Huh?! (Bitch!) Aye, huh? (Aye, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah) Ayo, oddwin! Yes, sir! Yeah! (Stupid, ugh) [Verse 1: PE\$O PETE] Creepin' down his block with that "Graow!", fuckin' his life up I'm smoking gas, you can tell when I light up You rolling reggie, you just got a light buzz Yo' bitch is missing like when I say, "Knife up" He talking shit, then we jump him like fight club Smoking a blizzy while I'm pouring white rum My chopper horny, it just wanna pipe some' Ground up some runtz and I'm stuffing a RAW Tats on my hand, feel like Trafalgar Law Fucking my bitch, boy, I'm fucking her raw I live exactly how I'm in my songs (Aye! Bitch) That boy want free clout, he just a scavenger Beat up her box, I throw hands like Soul Caliber Laugh to the bank, I'm a big money gatherer Smoking on fronto with Kezzy in passenger PE\$O and Kezzy, boy, that shit a massacre Roadrunning pack like young PE\$O a traveler Look at my right wrist, Graveler Counting blue hundreds like Arthur, Excalibur Chop' got a long nose, Excalibur Rollin' up purple, she thought it was lavender I'm at the top and I don't see no challengers [Verse 2: redster!] I'm at the top, I don't see no opponents Sengoku body, my body is golden Pray for that nigga, he might need an omen Blade on the chopper, it's cutting him open Hundred-round drum and that bitch fully loaded I need my diamonds on water, ocean I put that bitch in positions and poses I get the cheese and then smile like Goldfish (Aye, yeah!) D-M-V bitch, she gon' eat it with Old Bay Ask yo' li'l bitch how my muhfuckin' pole taste Still fresh in her mouth, uh, Colgate I'm on the beat goin' back to my old ways Send him to paradise, somethin' like Coldplay I got a choppa that fuck up his whole face Bitch, I be eating like Big Mom in Whole Cake X on his head, he get hit with the choppa I pop a Perky, I turn to a monster Biker jeans on me, get worn with the bomber Stone in his head, now he off of his rocker Crackin' his egg, that boy turn to an omelette Talkin' my shit, boy, you talkin' that nonsense Rocks on my chain got me feelin' like comet Cold like December, but hotter than August [Verse 3: Ham Sandwich & PE\$O PETE] Up in the lab, boy, I'm plotting and scheming (I'm plotting) Me and my brothers move money like Lehman (Money!) My money longer than terms and agreements (Yes, sir!) Fuck on a bitch, she gon' swallow my semen (Fucking thot!) Look at me wrong and we run through his region (Whoop!) Up on his block and he already leaving (Graow!) He stick with twelve like a dodecahedron [Break: PE\$O PETE] Yo, red! doesn't know what that fucking is (Hahahaha) Bro', they can just fucking Google it (Aye!) [Verse 4: Ham Sandwich & PE\$O PETE] Go read a dictionary, stupid (Idiot) Spin through his block like, Rubik's (Yuh) Fourteen carat, my, Cuban (Icy!) That nigga snake, he, loose-lipped If Ham got beef, I'm, shootin' (Boom!) I been a problem, nuisance (Yes, sir) I been Apollo, moving (Bitch!) You cannot hang if you fuck up the ambience (Bitch!) Off half a Xan', someone call me an ambulance (Aye!) Stones on me gold, got me feel like a champion (Yes, sir) Look at me wrong and I'm stabbing your pancreas Look at me wrong, you gon' lose your medulla Turned him to stone, got me feel like Medusa (Ugh) The pack has arrived, Hallelujah I need the money, simoleons, mula [Verse 5: PE\$O PETE] I was gon' jump him, but he wearing Puma Can't fuck with no pigs, not even Pumbaa Ralph Lauren pants with the Champion tool Big metal body, I feels like K— Nah, I don't wanna say it like that Aye, big metal body, I feel just like Kuma! I got some mana that I'm 'bout to use up I lit a blunt and young Ham lit the fuse up That bitch ain't bad, she built like Goodra That bitch ain't bad, she built like a Goomba That bitch ain't bad, she built like a Koopa! That bitch ain't bad, she built like Kamek! She suck me up, then I'm painting her canvas These rappers putas, I said it in Spanish Fresh out the water like muhfuckin' salmon Don't fuck with pig, but I fuck with Ham Sandwich [Outro: PE\$O PETE] Get it, bro'? He be goin' straight pork mode, bruh Pork chop, bacon That sizzle Bitch, stupid Ugh Why it sound like—