Tactical lyrics
by Uncle Pdot
[Verse 1: Pastpeerpdot]
f*ck rah gzz, we smoking his ashes. He got sent to the sky like Aladdin, he ain't ever getting out of that casket. Feel like Dthang, cause I'm moving too tactic. Gotta knock on my hip, and I'm not afraid to blast him. (Everything dead!) Scream BBGK, he get turned into past tense. Smoking on Mike, he got poked by a faggot. Just drop the low, I'll pull up to the address. (Gang!)