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!
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 It's-it's the bigroom blitz!
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 Bring the noise!
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 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!
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 Shotta gotta chicks, it's-it's the bigroom blitz!
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 Yeah!
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 Nobody's hotta than shotta! Thank you!