Bigroom Blitz (Extended Mix)

Chapter five
Bigroom blitz
International bitch
It's, it's the bigroom blitz
Turn it up
Shotta got the plan, man.

Always like a Grand Slam
Big shot, hole in one
Shotalot is on the run
Crack of the whip, snap attack
Bars so tight front to back
I reach my fate at the gates
God says Shotta you 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
Goin' so fast that I lost 'em
And my bitch got so much swag
That these bad bitches on us
Ah, killin' y'all, pow.

Bigroom blitz
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
Reach my fate at the gates
God says Shotta you was great
Shotta got the chicks
It's, it's the bigroom blitz
Hee-haa
Yeah
Nobody's hotter than Shotta
Thank you.