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