Quick To Attack (feat. Lefty Goon, BDot Goon, Jay Avianne, SugarHill Keem, Sha Ek, Wockhardt & Cj Goon)

OG fuckin' E, nigga
(Everything dead) Gang-gang-gang
Every opp shot
Grrah (Grrah)
Grrah (Grrah)
(Grrah) Gang-gang-gang (Grrah)
Grrah-grrah

Brodie blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah)
We them demons that's quick to attack
If you sit on that block, then we know that's your ass (He dead)
Can't forget who got shot in his back
Keep dissin' my brothers, better have your strap (Bow)
Man down, leave his brains in a cab
Catch ya' bitch, she get hit with a jab
Spin through the 5th, tryna catch me a Makk

Yo Lefty (Lefty), we gon spin through the 8
Cruisin' like, "Where lil' Nesty?" (Nesty)
Catch him lackin', do em' like his bestie (His bestie)
Brodie wit' me and this shit'll get heavy
Three deep like, Ed, Edd & Eddy
Thotty wan' rump, tell her she not ready
We get jiggy, it get messy
Smokin' that boy that got poked in his belly

She wan't me to eat it, but I'm tryna beat up the box
Shorty decent and leave wit' the top (Grrah-grrah)
OY-OG, everybody shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Yo shh still feel like I ain't beat the twat (Beat up the twat)
You should've just gave me the mop (Gave me the mop)
Bitch I'm from Courtlandt, don't care bout ya' block (Your block)
Call up PJ, we makin' it hot, cruisin' in the V on everybody block

Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick 'em (That's a fact)
I got .30 on me, I ain't missin' (Missin')
Young wild niggas, we came from the trenches (Trenches)
Every rider we seen, he got missin' (Grrt, Gang)
Yus Gz, you a bitch
When you see me you really better up that Smith& (On gang)
Spin the Tzz, let it rip
I bet Dotty gon' click it, Reemo gon' end up missin' (Gang-gang)

That's a thot so I beat up her box, and no, we ain't cuffin' thots
I love my niggas, everybody shot
Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops
I don't wanna fuck, just give me the top
Grrah, aka Move Look, ya' niggas know the vibes
Smokin' all deads, (Grrah, grrah), gang-gang-gang

Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick
And niggas heard you ran on JayRipk (Rippy)
How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy?
Spin through the Sev, do em' like he Dummy (Dummy)
Die Gz, die 5z, die 8, Blockwork a bitch, niggas made him a plate
On my O, every block that, I touch I be great
And it's fuck all the cap, we screamin', "Free the Ape"

Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like
Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, aye
I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it, like
Spin the 4z catch a opp, shit tragic, aye
I be smokin' on the niggas that they can't get back
Spin both ways, tryna figure where they at
Chase Down Gang, nigga, better run fast
Woo Woo pack, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas (Grrah-grrah, boom)

I'm back and I'm better, just wan't you to listen
Why the fuck is all you niggas dissin'?
Smokin' on Lotti but Rah Rah hit different
Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith&
Me and Top, we like Jordan and Pimpin
Get to clickin' while they get to trippin'
Still smokin' on boy that was slippin'
I'm a Renegade Goon, I don't listen

Brodie blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah)
We them demons that's quick to attack
If you sit on that block, then you know that's your ass (You dead)
Can't forget who got shot in his back
Yo Lefty (Lefty), We gon spin through the 8
Cruisin' like, "Where lil Nesty?" (Nesty)
Catch em lackin', do em' like his bestie (Bestie)
Brodie wit' me and this shit'll get heavy
She wan't me to eat it but I'm tryna beat up the box
Shorty decent and leave wit' the top (Grrah-grrah)
OY-OGz, everybody shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Yo shh still feel like I ain't beat the twat (Aah)
Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick em' (That's a fact)
I got .30 on me, I ain't missin' (Missin')
Young mind niggas, we came from the trenches (Trenches)
Every rider we see, he got missin' (Grrt, gang)
That's a thot so I beat up her box
And no, we ain't cuffin' thots
I love my niggas, everybody shot
Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops
Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick
And niggas heard you ran on JayRipk (Rippy)
How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy?
Spin through the Sev, do em' like he Dummy (Dummy)
Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like
Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, aye
I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it
Like, spin the 4z catch a opp, shit tragic (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm back and I'm better, just wan't you to listen
Why the fuck is all you niggas dissin'?
Smokin' on Lotti but Rah Rah hit different
Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith&