Bigroom Blitz

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