​woozy

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
It's ya boy Lil Altoid (Pasta), A.K.A YBN Tic-Tac, uh

[Chorus]
I'm the attack of the rap game, no Liberio
Posh bitch chill, never crept, say, "Cheerio!"
I been on to kill this shit, I'm on serial
Niggas finna feel the shits, ain't no cereal
These boys eat the milk, they spoiled
Niggas straight chickens, they broiled
Homie had a plan, he foiled
No recoil, shots pop back-to-back, it's all straps, now his tracksuit soiled
He got 'em screaming and screaming, no BMO
[?]
"Ooh, he gon' kill 'em," he crying, no Terio
We got his goods, finna cop the materials, ayy
Running 'round town with a back crowd in the background, make a good kid crazy, uh
In a mad city with a pretty kitty, make a itty-bitty nigga stay lazy, uh

[Verse]
I just put twenty-four mill' on a opp head, call him Lil Uzi
Shoutout to Biz, I ain't fucking with scoozies
[?] water on my wrist and jacuzzi
Off the molly, rocking, making me woozy
Oh shit, might pass out, need focus
Feel like JID, say, "Woah, shit"
Niggas stay on ho shit
But I know niggas that can't even see me, they wanna be me, rocking the beanie
Brodie my kitty, he really my preemie
Rubbing off on these niggas like a genie, wait (Hahaha, when I say rubbing off on these niggas, y'all know what I meant, right?)
My only protection is rocking a bullet vest
Feel like Lil Boat, I got bitches in Budapest
I rush the block and my shooters like Klay in the third, drop a bomb on your head, they gon' do the rest
I keep that thing to the right of the J
If it ain't hit you yet, know that I'm toting a K
Boy better pray, turn 'em to alphabet soup, better do what I say
I got a new magazine every time that you see me
Your crew don't want static like they a new TV
Everybody who died to me, knocked with a beamie
You know Altoid ripping when you see the [?]
Stick with the fire like Captain Obi
Stay with the stick and the mask like I'm Tobi
Obito, where did your homie go?
Alcoholics, synonymous [?]

[Chorus]
I'm the attack of the rap game, no Liberio
Posh bitch chill, never crept, say, "Cheerio!"
I been on to kill this shit, I'm on serial
Niggas finna feel the shits, ain't no cereal
These boys eat the milk, they spoiled
Niggas straight chickens, they broiled
Homie had a plan, he foiled
No recoil, shots pop back-to-back, it's all straps, now his tracksuit soiled
He got 'em screaming and screaming, no BMO
[?]
"Ooh, he gon' kill 'em," he crying, no Terio
We got his goods, finna cop the materials, ayy
Running 'round town with a back crowd in the background, make a good kid crazy, uh
In a mad city with a pretty kitty, make a itty-bitty nigga stay lazy, uh