No More Lotti (Jersey Club Version) Sha EK

[Intro]
Suck my dick, nigga
Everything dead gotta stand on that shit
OGz the fuck up (YoungMadz, Chee on the Beat)
Niggas not crazy
Don't run

[Chorus]
Grrah, why the opps try to act like they never got shot?
We can link up, me, you and my chop
When my cuzzy ran up, he got flocked (Bow)
Ask how fast I got low from the cops (Die Y)
K-Deuce got caught and got cut on the spot
He could've really went out like G-Pop
Pass me the .9, I'm tryna flock
Fuck Matt Sav, he in a box
Dirt bike gang, we make it hot
You don't get crazy when you off your block
Zay Munna got punched, he got pressed on the spot
He should've never said "Smokin' on Yellow"
He should've never tried dissin' my block
Glo tried to run, but he couldn't make it
He took 4-5 shots to the top

[Verse 1]
Niggas be mad cause I'm smokin' on Notti
How he die just like Woo Lotti?
If that was me I would've caught a homi'
I'm not hidin’, y'all know where to find me
Two Benjis died, so I'm smokin' on B&B
Just like I was smokin' on D&D
Chico really be hittin' the best
She got duck, 'cause you 'bout to be next (Bow-bow-bow)