LETRA
Too Tact
Tell them, "Hop off"
Grrah, gang-gang
Grrah, grrah, gang-gang
(Damn, Jefe)
OY-O fuckin' Gz, ni***
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 in 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
JB got neck tapped, never my neck, grrah
And 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
Yus Gz got shot in his neck
Fuck that, JB got sent
Me and DD like Batman and Robin
We see an opp, we gon' aim for this noggin
Too tact', .22 Glock put a beam in 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 f*** is a Flocka?
Gang in the spot and we gettin' too—
Two guns down, what the f*** is a Trendy?
I see an opp, five shots to his belly, grrah (Uh-huh)
And we sippin' the 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 f*** up the function
We see an opp, ten shots to his muffin
Bitch, and you know who we smokin' on?
Smokin' on Lotti, dumb lil' ni*** got sent to the lobby
Take one of mines, I'ma take ten of yours
Notti gon' geek, gon' 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, ni***, y'all know who the f*** it is
It's that Ddot ni***, grrah
Look, look
Hop out two Vs, two Os
And you know he gon' die by the poke (Pokey)
Smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me deady (Lotti)
Nah, f*** that, we sippin' on Henny
If I catch me a 2Woo, it's lit
Smokin' on Gutta, he restin' in piss, like (Gutta)
Nah, f*** 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 timin'
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 jackin' 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
Smokin' on JB, that boy got me dead
We gon' spin through the back and we leavin' him lazy
And you know that I’m droppin' the fours, grrah, grrah, grrah, look
And you know that I’m droppin' the fours, grrah, grrah, grrah
See a 2Woo, 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 ni***, ni***
Fuck all them dead niggas, tell 'em, "Get back"