"Attitude" lyrics
You ain't know TYE made this beat? Let me put you on
Give me attitude, my lil' bitch say I'm rude (He dead)
We gon' put him on the news
Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like—
Perc' give me attitude, my lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame, we gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce, but I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on me, so I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you like news, I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't fuckin' with the booze, ayy
I got a baby bottle with some real red
Fuckin' with that bitch, she gave me real head
If I tell the lil' shit to you, don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie, we don't shoot legs
I'm ballin' with my brother, y'all can't make bands
He probably stole some' from me, and y'all shakin' hands
Been playin' the game with the K, hold it with both hands
I was raised along these choppers, don't fear no man
If she wanna be my bitch then she get broke in
My dawg still movin' bow's, but all my niggas scam
I thought dawg wanted smoke, but I know his hand
If I pull up with this Glock, I bet it don't jam
If I swing this 'Wood, nigga it's to my left hand
Won't put no money on yo' head, I give it to my mans
That nigga purpin' for the net, he just make ends
Once you fuck another nigga, we got no chance
Perc' give me attitude, my lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame, we gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce, but I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on me, so I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you like news, I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't fuckin' with the booze, ayy
She gave me real head
We sippin' real red
If I tell the lil' shit to you, don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie, we don't shoot legs
With my brother, y'all can't make bands
I bet y'all shakin' hands
I don't fear no man
I bet it don't jam
Give me attitude, my lil' bitch say I'm rude (He dead)
We gon' put him on the news
Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like—
Perc' give me attitude, my lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame, we gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce, but I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on me, so I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you like news, I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't fuckin' with the booze, ayy
I got a baby bottle with some real red
Fuckin' with that bitch, she gave me real head
If I tell the lil' shit to you, don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie, we don't shoot legs
I'm ballin' with my brother, y'all can't make bands
He probably stole some' from me, and y'all shakin' hands
Been playin' the game with the K, hold it with both hands
I was raised along these choppers, don't fear no man
If she wanna be my bitch then she get broke in
My dawg still movin' bow's, but all my niggas scam
I thought dawg wanted smoke, but I know his hand
If I pull up with this Glock, I bet it don't jam
If I swing this 'Wood, nigga it's to my left hand
Won't put no money on yo' head, I give it to my mans
That nigga purpin' for the net, he just make ends
Once you fuck another nigga, we got no chance
Perc' give me attitude, my lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame, we gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce, but I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on me, so I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you like news, I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't fuckin' with the booze, ayy
She gave me real head
We sippin' real red
If I tell the lil' shit to you, don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie, we don't shoot legs
With my brother, y'all can't make bands
I bet y'all shakin' hands
I don't fear no man
I bet it don't jam
