Quick To Attack (feat. Lefty Goon, BDot Goon, Jay Avianne, SugarHill Keem, Sha Ek, Wockhardt & Cj Goon)

OG fuckin' E, nigga (Everything dead) Gang-gang-gang Every opp shot Grrah (Grrah) Grrah (Grrah) (Grrah) Gang-gang-gang (Grrah) Grrah-grrah Brodie blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah) We them demons that's quick to attack If you sit on that block, then we know that's your ass (He dead) Can't forget who got shot in his back Keep dissin' my brothers, better have your strap (Bow) Man down, leave his brains in a cab Catch ya' bitch, she get hit with a jab Spin through the 5th, tryna catch me a Makk Yo Lefty (Lefty), we gon spin through the 8 Cruisin' like, "Where lil' Nesty?" (Nesty) Catch him lackin', do em' like his bestie (His bestie) Brodie wit' me and this shit'll get heavy Three deep like, Ed, Edd & Eddy Thotty wan' rump, tell her she not ready We get jiggy, it get messy Smokin' that boy that got poked in his belly She wan't me to eat it, but I'm tryna beat up the box Shorty decent and leave wit' the top (Grrah-grrah) OY-OG, everybody shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Yo shh still feel like I ain't beat the twat (Beat up the twat) You should've just gave me the mop (Gave me the mop) Bitch I'm from Courtlandt, don't care bout ya' block (Your block) Call up PJ, we makin' it hot, cruisin' in the V on everybody block Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick 'em (That's a fact) I got .30 on me, I ain't missin' (Missin') Young wild niggas, we came from the trenches (Trenches) Every rider we seen, he got missin' (Grrt, Gang) Yus Gz, you a bitch When you see me you really better up that Smith& (On gang) Spin the Tzz, let it rip I bet Dotty gon' click it, Reemo gon' end up missin' (Gang-gang) That's a thot so I beat up her box, and no, we ain't cuffin' thots I love my niggas, everybody shot Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops I don't wanna fuck, just give me the top Grrah, aka Move Look, ya' niggas know the vibes Smokin' all deads, (Grrah, grrah), gang-gang-gang Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick And niggas heard you ran on JayRipk (Rippy) How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy? Spin through the Sev, do em' like he Dummy (Dummy) Die Gz, die 5z, die 8, Blockwork a bitch, niggas made him a plate On my O, every block that, I touch I be great And it's fuck all the cap, we screamin', "Free the Ape" Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, aye I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it, like Spin the 4z catch a opp, shit tragic, aye I be smokin' on the niggas that they can't get back Spin both ways, tryna figure where they at Chase Down Gang, nigga, better run fast Woo Woo pack, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas (Grrah-grrah, boom) I'm back and I'm better, just wan't you to listen Why the fuck is all you niggas dissin'? Smokin' on Lotti but Rah Rah hit different Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith& Me and Top, we like Jordan and Pimpin Get to clickin' while they get to trippin' Still smokin' on boy that was slippin' I'm a Renegade Goon, I don't listen Brodie blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah) We them demons that's quick to attack If you sit on that block, then you know that's your ass (You dead) Can't forget who got shot in his back Yo Lefty (Lefty), We gon spin through the 8 Cruisin' like, "Where lil Nesty?" (Nesty) Catch em lackin', do em' like his bestie (Bestie) Brodie wit' me and this shit'll get heavy She wan't me to eat it but I'm tryna beat up the box Shorty decent and leave wit' the top (Grrah-grrah) OY-OGz, everybody shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Yo shh still feel like I ain't beat the twat (Aah) Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick em' (That's a fact) I got .30 on me, I ain't missin' (Missin') Young mind niggas, we came from the trenches (Trenches) Every rider we see, he got missin' (Grrt, gang) That's a thot so I beat up her box And no, we ain't cuffin' thots I love my niggas, everybody shot Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick And niggas heard you ran on JayRipk (Rippy) How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy? Spin through the Sev, do em' like he Dummy (Dummy) Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, aye I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it Like, spin the 4z catch a opp, shit tragic (Grrah-grrah, boom) I'm back and I'm better, just wan't you to listen Why the fuck is all you niggas dissin'? Smokin' on Lotti but Rah Rah hit different Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith&