Scooter - Bigroom Blitz lyrics

Chapter five Bigroom blitz International b**h 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 sponsored links I'm in a Maserati coupe Goin' so fast that I lost 'em And my b**h got so much swag That these bad b**hes on us Ah, k**in' 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 b**hes 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