Notti Osama - Too Tact Pt.2

★ Verse 1:Notti Osama ★
When i click, brodie told me to chill
I will not stop 'til i reach me a mill'
Reload my gun when it's time for the drill (grrah-grrah)
Then i aim your top for the kill (grrah-grrah)
Shots to the head, call that boy little bill
Brady the clip 'cause i shoot from the field
Reload my gun when it's time for the drill (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Lotto a dummy, he died from a pill
OGZk, i don't care how you feel
Keep a beam on the scope, never duck
Ace dotty dead 'cause he ran out of luck (grrah-grrah)
F-f-f*ck a flexo, i'm turnin' shit up
Middleton blick on my hip, never run
I just dump 'til he dead on the floor
Reload my bullets with christian dior (christian dior)
When i shoot i don't use double hands
Free all my niggas that's stuck in the can (free all my niggas)
Don't run, i got smoke in the air
Pass me the l, when i smoke it don't clear (shh)
I'm a demon, not livin' in fear
That nigga got shot and got left in that chair (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Shoot at four quarters, i'm makin' it square (what?)
f*ckin' his bitch and i don't really care (grrah-grrah, what?)
Twenty-four shots when i'm lettin' it flare

★ Verse 2:DD Osama ★
How you runnin'? the knock got a beam
Chop promethazine, make 'em lean (dougie)
They scream, "action," when we on the scene
Chopper rip his pants (grrah), fold him by the seam (grrah-grrah)
Like, lato the bravo, the hottest
Niggas know that OY be the topic (like)
Boy, want no problems with me, watch him drop it (damn)
Bullets'll probably plug a nigga socket, damn (like, what?)
If i'm lurkin' then i'm tryna score (like, what?)
Gang is with me, they ready for war
Boy don't move hot and get sent to the lord (like)
Keep i-t with me, i'm sendin' out four (grrah)
Like, i'm for the violence and gore (like, what?)
We keep clickin' 'til that nigga gone
Are you ready, nigga, are you sure? (are you what?)
Hit that body-ody to the floor, like (goddamn)
If i got to, nigga, i'ma end it (like, what?)
Send the addy, i'ma clear the distance (goddamn)
Niggas talkin' knowin' that i'm with it (what's up with it?)
Keep on startin' with me, i'ma finish (grrah-grrah)
Tryna see 'em go (like)
Call up bro, i know he do the most (goddamn)
Probably burn 'em, turn 'em into toast, like (goddamn)
It was never close, like (like, damn)

★ Verse 3: Sugarhill Ddot ★
Me and DD two deep in the v (gang-gang-gang)
When we spinnin' ya block, we gon' flock out the window (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I dropped power, i felt like matilda (grrah-grrah, boom)
No time for the games, ain't no time for nintendo (gang, gang, gang)
And these hallows gon' make you so sleepy (carter)
I got a silencer, i gotta tip-toe (grrt-grrt, baow)
And these nigga be duckin' they hidin' (gang-gang-gang)
They dodgin' these bullets like they playin' limbo (grrah-grrah, boom)
She a thot, i make the seat hot (gang-gang-gang)
Bullets is scorchin', might knock off his tree-top (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Beat up the pussy, they say i could beat box (grrah-grrah)
Niggas duckin' the smoke, detox (grrah-grrah, boom)
Every time i'm on court they be hidin' (gang-gang-gang)
Shot in your foot, now you megan thee stallion (grrah-grrah)
Cdot stay in the field, he be wilin'
Shot in the leg, now he losin' his balance (now you megan the—, gang)
Notti said, "keep a beam on the blick" (what?)
Feel like i'm harden, i shoot, i don't miss (what? gang)
That boy runnin', get turned to a spliff (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Loadin' the clip and i aim for his lip (grrah-grrah)
Lil' thotty, she all on my dick (grrah-grrah)
Don't know her name, but her pussy legit (grrah-grrah, boom)
And, no, i cannot tweak for a bitch (grrt)