No More Lotti

Lyrics

[Intro] (Tsabi, you're trippin') Suck my dick, nigga Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit OGz the fuck up (Young Madz) (Chee on the beat) Niggas not crazy Don't run [Chorus] Grrah, why the opps tryna act like they never got shot? We could link up, me and you and my chop When my cuzzy ran up, he got flocked (Baow) Ask how fast I got low from the cops (Die Y) K-Deuce got caught and got cut on the spot He could've really went out like GPop Pass me the 9, I'm tryna flock Fuck Matt Sav, he in a box Dirt bike gang, we make it hot You don't get crazy when you off your block? Zay Munna got punched, he got pressed on the spot He should've never said, "Smokin' on Yellow" He should've never tried dissin' my block (Grrah) Glo tried to run, but he couldn't make it He took four, five shots to the top [Verse 1] Niggas be 'mad cause I'm smokin' on **** How he died just like Woo Lotti? If that was me, I would've caught a homi' I'm not hidin', y'all know where to find me Two Benjis died, so I'm smokin' on B and B Just like I was smokin' on D and D Chico really be hittin' the best She got duck 'cause you 'bout to be next (Baow, baow, baow) [Chorus] Grrah, why the opps tryna act like they never got shot? (Grrah) We could link up, me and you and my chop When my cuzzy ran up, he got flocked Ask how fast I got low from the cops K-Deuce got caught and got cut on the spot He could've really went out like GPop Pass me the 9, I'm tryna flock Fuck Matt Sav, he in a box Dirt bike gang, we make it hot You don't get crazy when you off your block? Zay Munna got punched, he got pressed on the spot He should've never said, "Smokin' on Yellow" He should've never tried dissin' my block Glo tried to run, but he couldn't make it He took four, five shots to the top (Baow, baow, baow) [Outro] Grrah, suck my dick