Tactical

By Shay Stacks

Released on January 5, 2024

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[Verse 1: Double S]

Free the guys that’s knocked

She throw it back grabbin’ on the twat

I told her fuck me, show me what you got

Fuck up her walls, beatin’ up the box

Think I be slippin’ gotta keep a knocks

I’m too important they hate me a lot, uh

Been told these niggas to watch they step

Steppin’ ‘til it’s nothin’ left, uh

And she like that I’m active

Top 3, you ain’t a factor, you cappin’, uh

And you be throwin’ salt like that’s gon’ stop me from breakin’ her back in, uh

All the barbie’s they jack us

Ball like I’m Vince Carter on the Raptors, uh

Niggas see us walk past us

Me and muddy not no regular rappers


[Verse 2: Turtle B]

Lights, camera, ready, action

Ask [?] my reaction on Patchen

Brodie was fifteen totin’ a Mac 10

One to the back, that was a classic

Trip to the L we parkin’ up on Classon

It get cold we throwin’ through the jacket

Told [?] that I’m smokin’ on Sixx in his face

And he had no other choice but jack it

If we miss, we double back and clap shit

We cause casualties and they get tragic

Drop the H still look for the Choos

If he throw the rake up then he gotta go

How shh died wit’ no pole?

780 Plaza demons they on go

Duckin’ from the jake ‘cause I got the pole

I won’t die young, I’ma die old

Throwin’ at yo’ head, duck your taco

And I’m A high ‘til my time go

Got some guns that you ain’t never seen

Got niggas askin’ “Where they got those?”

Bad lightskin bitch like Latto

Droppin’ every shell that’s a hollow

Runtz in the aroma not gelato

If he run then them bullets follow

She gon’ give me spits while she swallow

Shakin’ ass that’s a IG model


[Verse 3: Double S]

Uh, look, got tired of goin’ through the Boro all them niggas kids, uh

They should’ve learnt their lesson the first time that they spoke on Snizz, uh

Shot after shot, free [?], I won’t speak on the shit that we did, uh

MG, Lu, dead brothers and we lookin’ for another one

Shot if you fuck wit’ them, I’m really him

Like, niggas don’t play wit’ my mother son

I seen him draw [?] had him runnin’

All them shots had him duckin’ them

Niggas take all these L’s on a hop

Like, niggas go spin or do something for them