Quick To Attack Pt. 2

[Intro: Pj Glizzy, CJ Goon, Bdot Goon & SugarHill Keem]
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
Glah, glah, glah you know the fuckin' vibes
Every Flocka shot, YG or not
1300 to my dick, pussy
Grrah-grrah-grrah, you niggas know the vibes
It's the Move Look nigga, man
Everybody shot, everything dead, OYOGz

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
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
If 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

[Verse 2: CJ Goon & BDot Goon]
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)

[Verse 3: Bdot Goon & SugarHill Keem]
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)

[Verse 4: SugarHill Keem]
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)

[Verse 5: 150 Wiz]
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"

[Verse 6: COE Wiki]
Like, I been spinnin', on a pedal
Think it's time, I'ma get disrespectful
Willy 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

[Verse 7: Wockhardt & Jay Avianne]
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' (Like, what? Fuck Rah)
Flip to the Sev, tryna smoke us a new one
They gon' cap for the net, when we flipped on a few ones (Like, what? Fuck Rah)

[Verse 8: Jay Avianne & Lefty Goon]
Why the fuck niggas reachin' for clout?
That's your bitch that had dick in her mouth?
Always on 50, 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)

[Verse 9: Lefty Goon]
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)

[Outro: Pj Glizzy, CJ Goon, Bdot Goon & SugarHill Keem]
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