Too Tact Lyrics

Too Tact - Notti Osama

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Tell them, "Hop off"

Grrah, gang-gang

Grrah, grrah, gang-gang

(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

JB 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

Yus 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 Ddot nigga, 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, fuck that, we sippin' on Henny

If I catch me a 2Woo, 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, 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 nigga, nigga

Fuck all them dead niggas, tell 'em, "Get back"