Too Tact

Damn, Jefe Oy-o fuckin' gz, nigga Catch me an opp-, and we dumpin' in public And you know that we smokin' on Lotti (Lotti) Ticklin' in my body Two shots hit 'em, make him flip Oy, Oy, she ain't boomin' shit Scream, Rpt, you get put on a list In a cab, look back He got sent to the sky and he ain't comin' back (Rah-Rah) Hop out, he fled Big got neck tapped, never my neck, grrah Yeah, y'all heard what I said Catch Tg, put a hole in his head, bitch Imagine havin' bullets stuck to your neck That could never be me Yeah, Gz got shot in his neck Fuck that, JB got sent Me and Dd, like Batman and Robin We see a opp, we gon' aim for this noggin Too tact', two twin Glocks Put a beam on his back, gang, gang If the pole jam up, he get beat up with knockers Bando got shot, he got sent to the doctor, like What the fuck is a Flocka? Gang in the spot and we gettin' too- Two guns down, what the fuck is a Trendy? I see an opp, five shots to his belly, grrah (Uh-huh) And we sippin' that Henny, gang in the spot And we gettin' too deady, bitch We spin the opps, send five shots, we hit the corner, then do it again And you know that we fuck up the function We seen an opp, ten shots to his muffin Bitch, and you know who we smokin' on? Smokin' on Lotti, dumb lil' nigga got sent to the lobby Take one of mines I'ma take ten of yours Notti gon' geek, go up on that score If I call up Move Look, he ain't showin' remorse Call up Move Look, he ain't showin' remorse If I spin through the Sev' (grrah), all I see is red (Uh-huh) Catch a Flocka, put him right to bed (grrah) Catch a Flocka, put him right to bed, gang, gang, gang Grrah, nigga, y'all know who the fuck it is It's that dot nigga, grrah Look, look Hop out two Vs two os And you know he gonna' die by the poke (Pokey) Smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me deady (Lotti) Nah, fuck that, we sippin' on Henny If I catch me a two Woo, it's lit Smoking on Gutta, he restin' in piss, like (Gutta) Nah, fuck that, I'm smokin' on Matt (Matt Sav) Hit him one time while I'm droppin' the MB And you know that I'm really on timing Catch a Gunna, put him in the sky Hit him one time, it's gon' be lit If I call up Notti, then he lettin' it fly And you know that it's gonna be lit Call up my 'ooter, he dumpin' the clip, like (my 'ooter) And you know that I'm jacking the o- If you drop my O, you get turned into Lotti Hit him once, I'ma catch him a body And you know that I'm smokin' on JayRip Smoking on JB, that boy got me dead We gon' spin through the back and we leaving him lazy And you know that I'm droppin' the fours, (grrah, grrah, grrah) And you know that I'm droppin' the fours, (grrah, grrah, grrah) See a two Woo, you know that it's lit Ayo, Jayline, better up your chop Yeah, these niggas, they never on nothin' Smokin' on Matt, that boy in the sky Matt Sav, Matt Sav, Matt Sav Fuck that dead nigga, nigga Fuck all them dead niggas, tell 'em, "Get back"