[Intro]

Ayy, c'mon, c'mon

Ayy, c'mon, c'mon

Parlay parlay

Get hit with a body

[Verse]

Uh-uh, clock broke, time to blitz

Tell me somethin', you think you fuckin' with a jit?

I'll handle somethin', pop a nigga like a mint

Wrap him up, I ain't talkin' bout a diss

I be snappin' bruh, ballin' like the old Knicks

She cappin' bruh, shoot us out, she finna miss

Got my stats up, now lil shorty on my dick

You fuckin' all of us, silly rabbit, you a trick

And know, and know, you know I want some more

I ain't come to fight, everybody hit the floor

And Lil Bino got a nine, he'll give a nigga four

We ain't got no mind, run up in your daddy store

Uh-uh, shorty ride my blitz

Bust some', I'll run out on yo click

He ain't 'bout none', but he swear he with the shits

Talkin' honeybun, nigga sweeter than a bitch

Nigga sweeter than some nectar, bossed up, just like Hector

If it ain't pay me, I don't wanna hear your lecture

They'll slay me, that's why I got so much vendettas

Pullin' up on we, you gon' get hit with Berettas

[Chorus]

1-87, soldiers want the smoke

That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico

Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

1-87, soldiers want the smoke

That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico

Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

[Verse 2]

Anyway, it Lil Soldier on the stove

Anyway, and you know the soldiers down to blow

I got plenty weight, just to make a lil' dope

Talkin' bang bang, Chief Keef don't even know

Is you with it? 'Cause I'm with it

Out my body, I get silly

Ain't no molly, this a willy

You can't touch but you can feel me

I'm the one out of a million

Hidin' guns right in the ceiling

Where them cards a nigga dealin'

Out the yard, we be stealin'

Jackin' cars, it ain't no chillin'

Pull up hard like what the business?

You was talkin' like the ciggy

Let me see and I'ma rip it

NYC, I just be killin'

That lil' boy, he got a semi

Better pray that they don't see me

If I pull up, I'ma end it

Youngin' got a strap and he rockin' Polo

I was down bad, runnin' from the po-po

Shorty got a MAC, and I'm talkin' four-four

Shoot him in the back, what the fuck he runnin' for?

[Chorus]

1-87, soldiers want the smoke

That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico

Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

1-87, soldiers want the smoke

That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico

Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor