Tactical Lyrics Meanings
by 210 Lev

Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking bag
Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking tag
Chasing all the loot like it is some fucking tag
Chasing all the cake like it is some fucking tag
Oh, check my wallet, oh, check my pocket
Got a fucking stack, I hope I do not drop it
Got a fucking stack and I'ma pull up with that tactical
Looking at that pussy, oh my God, he look so wack able
Sweet like some yogurt, call him Dan animal
And yeah, that shorty try to play me but I'm valuable
And yeah, I'm number one, little bitch, yea call me capital
That boy so old, yeah, he so played yeah, he practical
Fuck a sub, fuck a teacher
I'm walking with my heater
That shawty trying to make, yeah, them plans
Yeah, put your feet up boy he a fat boy, I call him fucking Peter
Ugly ass hoe, yeah, that bitch is a little cheater
Bad bitch, oh my God, she got that fucking cheater
No, I cannot kiss that hoe, that bitch is a little eater
Get up out my way, yea Michael Jackson yea just beat it
Bitch, like it's football, no, it's my lil' fucking season
Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking bag
Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking tag
Chasing all the loot like it is some fucking tag
Chasing all the cake like it is some fucking tag
Oh, check my wallet, oh, check my pocket
Got a fucking stack, I hope I do not drop it
Got a fucking stack and I'ma pull up with that tactical
Looking at that pussy, oh my God, he look so wack able
(Woo, woo)

Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking bag
Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking tag
Chasing all the loot like it is some fucking tag
Chasing all the cake like it is some fucking tag
Oh, check my wallet, oh, check my pocket
Got a fucking stack, I hope I do not drop it
Got a fucking stack and I'ma pull up with that tactical
Looking at that pussy, oh my God, he look so wack able
Sweet like some yogurt, call him Dan animal
And yeah, that shorty try to play me but I'm valuable
And yeah, I'm number one, little bitch, yea call me capital
That boy so old, yeah, he so played yeah, he practical
Fuck a sub, fuck a teacher
I'm walking with my heater
That shawty trying to make, yeah, them plans
Yeah, put your feet up boy he a fat boy, I call him fucking Peter
Ugly ass hoe, yeah, that bitch is a little cheater
Bad bitch, oh my God, she got that fucking cheater
No, I cannot kiss that hoe, that bitch is a little eater
Get up out my way, yea Michael Jackson yea just beat it
Bitch, like it's football, no, it's my lil' fucking season
Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking bag
Hold up, I'ma pull up with that mother fucking tag
Chasing all the loot like it is some fucking tag
Chasing all the cake like it is some fucking tag
Oh, check my wallet, oh, check my pocket
Got a fucking stack, I hope I do not drop it
Got a fucking stack and I'ma pull up with that tactical
Looking at that pussy, oh my God, he look so wack able
(Woo, woo)