Quick To Attack, Pt. 2 (feat. Cj Goon, BDot Goon, SugarHill Keem, 150 Wiz, C.O.E Wiki, Wockhardt, Jay Avianne & Lefty Goon)

Gllt-da-Baow, nigga Everything dead We outside, nigga Die 4s, die 5s, die 6 Niggas know the fuckin vibes, nigga Ayo Cig Heavy on the Rocc n' rollin', nigga Free OYOGz dickhead, you know whats goin' on Grrah, grrah, grrah, you know the fuckin' vibes Every Flocka shot, YG or not 1300 to my dick, pussy Grrah-grrah-grrah, you niggas know the vibes, man It's the Move Look nigga, man Everybody shot, everything dead, OYOGz Got a beam on the chop wit' a stick (Baow, baow) Dare a nigga Drilly Bop, he gettin' spliffed (Gang-gang-gang) 4, 5, 6, head crackin' and shit (Head crackin') Up the 5, then we clappin' his bitch (Grrah, grrah) Like, who that? Better shoot that (Grrt) If he throw up the 4, then remove that (Baow, baow) Smokin' on Gzz, they thinkin' that's a new pack (Baow-baow) So, I heard that they Makk, so they do bad (Baow-baow-baow) I got Sally ManMan uppin', throwin' like he Bradley On the East, so don't give me no dap I catch a Blamma, then he gettin' wacked Like, don't care, like, who that? We spot a opp, we gon' throw at his back Don't trip if he throw up the Makk We gon' call up the Apes, we gon' beat on his back Grrah-grrah-grrah When we slide, we ain't show no mercy Two goons masked up, no worries Oh that's a Makk, we beat him out his jersey Screamin' 80, how you gettin' buried (280-K) The way I be talkin', I know they wan' hurt me But I'm super tact for this shit Last opp got clapped tryna blitz Park up the V, we don't dump out the whip (Grrah-grrah, boom) Step in the booth and I be on some mad shit When I talk, it's the talk of a savage Brodie he buggin', he play for the Mavericks Tried to run, but these bullets ain't average Hollows gon' hit 'em and turn 'em to fragments Pop a Perc', you can see me relaxin' Most of these niggas be cappin' and rappin' He got hit, now he done in a casket (Move look, move look) C Blu, you really a kid When I see you, I'm takin' your chain Marky, Tank, got hit in they shit SevSide, 3rdSide, ReyWay to my dick Yo Jeff, you spin I spin We see a opp, I'ma empty the clip Don't lack And I fuck wit' some rips (Move look, move look) Li-Like, hop out, aim for his figi If they take one of mine, then it's free me Like, I'ma up it If he throw up a 4, we gon' crunch him, 150 the dream team He started runnin' Put the gun to his head, if he Gunnin', we treat em like Pee Wee Like, no cap I'ma main, tryna let that shit clap if he yellin' out, "Ewee" Like, I been spinnin', on a pedal Think it's time, I'ma get disrespectful Philly got shot, and they left you Du-Du-Dummy got poked, niggas let you 161, niggas got it on lock Blitz Gzz got beat with his pops CJ, he almost got shot wit' his pops Set Da Trend, he be tight, niggas smoking ya pops Feel a way, but just pour me deuce up He get packed, throw a 4 or a 2 up It's slime, when we slide, send a shot to his mind Niggas died and they still ain't come do nothin' You ain't do enough, then you gotta go prove somethin' Bend the 4 everyday, on the hunt, tryna shoot somethin' Flip to the Sev, tryna smoke us a new one They gon' cap for the net when we flick on a few ones Why the fuck niggas reachin' for clout? That's your bitch that had dick in her mouth? Always 150, the gun in the pouch (Like, what?) Justo a bitch nigga stood in the house (Like, what? Like) Hit it right, I hit it from the back Want me to eat it? Don't get into that (Get into that, like) She a smoochie I can't get attached (Attached, like) That's your man? Well I heard he a rat (He a rat, rah-rrah) Bend through, hop out, he hit (Like, damn) Setty ran rick, now its Rip in a spliff (Like, grrah) Four of them niggas is dead in the zip (Like, what?) All of them niggas ain't never do shit (They ain't never do shit) Like, I'ma slide for my guys, no question (No question) Catch a opp, we gon' teach 'em a lesson (We gon' teach 'em a lesson) Back out the pole, where your weapon? (Get it out) If he slip, he get sent to the reverend (Get it out, get it out) Got a beam on the chop wit' a stick Dare a nigga Drilly Bop, he gettin' spliffed 4, 5, 6, head crackin' and shit Up the 5, then we clappin' his bitch When we slide, we ain't showin' no mercy Two goons masked up, no worries Oh that's a Makk, we beat him out his jersey Screamin' 80, how you gettin' bur- Step in the booth and I be on some mad shit When I talk, it's the talk of a savage Brodie he buggin', he play for the Mavericks Tried to run, but these bullets ain't average C Blu, you really a kid When I see you, I'm takin' your chain Marky, Tank, got hit in they shit SevSide, 3rdSide, ReyWay to my dick