TOO TACT | Midnight Freestyles

[Intro: Sugarhill DeDe & Melbinbuggin]
T-t-t Productions
(ahhhhh)
(it's that dede nigga)
(yo mel, what we doing)
(grrah, gang-gang-gang)
(gang-gang-gang)
(grrah-boom)
(gang, gang, gang-gang)

[Verse 1: Sugarhill DeDe]
I’m wit Mel we gon bend thru the 2's (grah)
Call up Aj he slide with the broom (gang)
{?} We clear out the room (glah)
You talking on notti you man doomed (grrah, grah-grah boom)
Yo bro just throw (glah)
Ima keep clicking and clicking cause I make em go (glah, glah)
And Dede hop out let it blow (gang-gang)
I’m {?} and ima upping this flow (this flow)
Like what, new freezer (grrah)
Bad bitch, fat ass, i don’t need her (need her)
S-She wanna fuck me, she want me to bleed (gang)
But you know I can not put no trust in this easy (gang, gang)
Yo Mel, up that grip (grah)
Fuck ray driss, nigga he a bitch (he a bitch)
Bend thru, knocka got a kick (ahhhh)
They know my body it’s {?} blitz (blitz)
It’s Dede, you know Imma up (glah, glah)
Smoking on lay and I don’t give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
Run up on me get turned into runtz (gang)
Spin a bunch ima dump (grrah)
Why these niggas be capping n acting (grrah)
Ima just hop out the...get to clapping (glah {?})
I pass em to Mel, he's attractive (gang)
{?} And he friending to blast it (gang-gang-gang)

[Verse 2: Melbinbuggin]
Yus got shot nigga should’ve clapped him (glah)
Thats on bro, imma up it nd wack him (grrah, grrah)
I don’t care if he up it in fashion (grah, glah)
Like why the fuck is that lil nigga lacking (gang-gang)
Spin through the 8 looking for the gz (ahhh) (glah)
Dede on timing tryna let it squeeze (gang-gang-gang)
I get mad I can’t go on a drill (gang-gang-gang)
I’m on my block but I’m on the field (grrah)
Too tact niggas tell me chill (glah)
Said he spinning my block I don’t think that he will (grrah)
Like whatchu know about bending them blocks (glah)
Late night I was bugging a lot (gang-gang-gang)
Lotti, Rey, mix it with the Rah (ahh)
If I call up {?} he riding with chop (grrah, grrah)
Imma hop out the v, looking for the 4’s (grah)
That’s on bro, we coming to your door (ahhh)

[Verse 3: Sugarhill DeDe]
DeDe, I'm always on hots (ahhh)
Hang out the v tryna flock at a opp (gang-gang)
Get low, I got the drop (gang)
Bro too tact, sliding with a Glock (glah)
That's on bro, we gon bend through the flockas (glah)
I can not wait till I catch me a oppa (gang-gang)
Set The Trend, nigga smoking ya poppa (glah)
Bobby, Rip, sent to the doctor (grrah)
Grrah, grrah (gang) (grrah-grrah boom)
Hang in the v tryna click on the wakks
If he run, I make his body drop
You know we be bugging, clicking on the opps (gang-gang)
Don't run, you get shot (gang)
Can't get caught, can't get locked (glah)
Talk on bro, we put em in a box
Adreniline rushing, flocking at his pops (gang-gang)

[Outro: Sugarhill DeDe & Melbinbuggin]
(glah, glah) (grah-grah boom)
(It's that dede nigga)
(glah, suck my dick) (It's that melbinbuggin nigga)
(gang-gang-gang)
(grrah, grrah, gang-gang-gang)