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"