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Tack By The Cat

Tack By The Cat

4L Gang

Альбом: Tack By The Cat
Длительность: 4:14
Год: 2018
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Say good night to the bad guy

Got some niggas on the other side (no cap)
And them boys strapped with a motherfuckin' gat
All my niggas down to ride (ha)
Fifty shots to your head and a hunnid to your back
Homicide, we gon' slide
Put my trust in a gun, I'll never trust a gnat
Big G got mob ties (skee)
And I know some Bloods that'll get your shit wacked (slatt)

Pourin' another drank, yeah, we sippin' on act, yeah (drink)
And we smokin' on thrax
Ten got the glizzy, Mitty Mitt got the MAC, yeah (on God)
He'll knock you off your hat, ran off with the work
I ain't fumble with the pack
I'll kill your baby 'fore you blow off my back
I don't ride old school, bitch, I'm speedin' in a Cat
I'm 'bout to set a trap for you motherfuckin' rats

Now go on 'head, get your ass tacked by the Cat
It's Mitty Mitt with the MAC
I pull up all black, no cap in my rap
All-white coupe and the feet all black
Nigga wanna fight, nah, nigga, fuck that
I'ma catch a nigga down bad when he lack
Run off with his sack and he'll never get it back
I'll do the shit again, ain't nothin' to the Mack

I got a big bankroll on swole
All this ice on me, I'm cold
You ain't never seen no shit like this
You want the good gas, then you better call Mitt
If you ain't never been, I can't take you on a lick
Lil' bitch tryna ride like a Harley-Davidson
The police watching me, but they ain't got no evidence
'Bout to give lil' shawty hell even though she heaven-sent

And it gon' be a homicide
If a nigga try to snatch my chain off my neck
Nigga ain't going for that
4L the gang, we step on a fuck nigga neck
If you owe me, I'ma come collect the debt like the fuckin' IRS
Never settle for the less
I got a big bag just to hold all the stress
Stone-cold Mitt, now I'm flexing on my ex-bitch

Got some niggas on the other side (no cap)
And them boys strapped with a motherfuckin' gat
All my niggas down to ride (ha)
Fifty shots to your head and a hunnid to your back
Homicide, we gon' slide
Put my trust in a gun, I'll never trust a gnat
Big G got mob ties (skee)
And I know some Bloods that'll get your shit wacked (slatt)

Pourin' up drank, yeah, we sippin' on act, yeah (drink)
And we smokin' on thrax
Ten got the glizzy, Mitty Mitt got the MAC, yeah (on God)
He'll knock you off your hat, ran off with the work
I ain't fumble with the pack
I'll kill your baby 'fore you blow off my back
I don't ride old school, bitch, I'm speedin' in a Cat
I'm 'bout to set a trap for you motherfuckin' rats

Say I'm 'bout to set a trap for you motherfuckin' rats
I'm big and I'm killin' any cat
All of my niggas, they screamin' out, "Blatt"
Play with that gang, you get your ass wacked
Yeah, and I'm sittin' in the back, clutchin' on the glizzy
Mitty Mitt got that MAC
Ran off on Zay, he ain't gettin' shit back
A hunnid shots to his head and a fifty to his back

Yeah, and we pourin' up drank, niggas, we sippin'
Fuck what a nigga think
My daddy in the cell, and he strapped with a shank
You say you my round, but really, you ain't
Yeah, I run with some slimes, them niggas some snakes
Them niggas my kind
Like Tony Romo, 'cause I keep a nine
Free Spine G, my nigga doin' time

And it gon' be a homicide (God)
If a nigga think I'm goin' for that
Nigga, 4L the gang
Mitt told you that we step on a fuck nigga neck
Better get respect when I up with the tech
Shoot at his face like I aim for the neck
Up with the pump, it blow out his chest
All of my niggas gon' bang the set, blatt, blatt

Got some niggas on the other side (no cap)
And them boys strapped with a motherfuckin' gat
All my niggas down to ride (ha)
Fifty shots to your head and a hunnid to your back
Homicide, we gon' slide
Put my trust in a gun, I'll never trust a gnat
Big G got mob ties (skee)
And I know some Bloods that'll get your shit wacked (slatt)

Pourin' up drank, yeah, we sippin' on act, yeah (drink)
And we smokin' on thrax
Ten got the glizzy, Mitty Mitt got the MAC, yeah (on God)
He'll knock you off your hat, ran off with the work
I ain't fumble with the pack
I'll kill your baby 'fore you blow off my back
I don't ride old school, bitch, I'm speedin' in a Cat
I'm 'bout to set a trap for you motherfuckin' rats