"Attention" lyrics
(MIA JAY C)
Gang
(I hear you JAY C)
Gang
What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout like they don't know I play for keeps
Pull up on him 'cause he fat mouthing and put his ass to sleep
I got love for my guys so I'll get yo' ass for free
Getback gang, just know I'm comin' with some niggas that's elite
I'm tryna chase a nigga ass and fuck him over in the street
Run down gang be too official tryna watch his soul leave
Third eye, I see his soul now let's see his soul bleed
Faster than a motherfucker, lil' bro had cold feet
All that dissing on the net, it's okay we gon' meet
We might come and start some shit but we might come to yo' street
Two cars, six shooters, jumpin' out with six heats
Tryna stain a nigga ass and put that lil' boy six feet
Hangin' with some big Bs, slidin' down Moncrief
Smokin' dope, I'm ridin', lurkin' with my Draco on the seat
Ralo [?] until I die, 'bout my bro you know it's beef
If you ain't rockin' then it's fuck you and I put that on me (Ayy)
Stomp a nigga out in these muhfucking Fazos
I'm riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a Draco
Pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know I love that K hole
Ralo told me "Get 'em, Dot" No lettin' up, go get that bankroll
Stomp a nigga out in these muhfucking Fazos
I'm riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a Draco
Pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know I love that K hole
Ralo told me "Get 'em, Dot" No lettin' up, go get that bankroll
I was really doin' drills, I ain't never ducked shit
Pull up with that fuck shit and get yo' head bust, bitch
Nigga talkin' like he 'bout it, he ain't never touched shit
He ain't never caught no body, he a fakin' ass bitch
Crash dummies, young niggas wanna be on that frontline
He don't give you niggas shit, you niggas pawns and y'all dyin'
Put you a video and now you so eager to slide
Droppin' trash ass disses, y'all young, poor and tired
I don't gotta flash bands, bitches know my funds straight
I just went into the store and got a brand new Drac'
I got it on me, try your luck and I'm a shoot you in yo' face
Self-defense, I call my lawyer, I just beat a murder case
New opp pack, oh yeah, he skunkin'
Dot what you doin'? I'm just runnin' up my money
Heard they want a war, mm hmm, we comin'
Pull up with a 7.62, we dumpin'
Hit in his head then hit him in his liv'
Fuck it, hit him in his face, new opp nigga dead
Drop a bag and they comin', they might bring back yo' head
Bitch, it's pressure 'bout my brother, shit let's paint the city red
Gang
(I hear you JAY C)
Gang
What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout like they don't know I play for keeps
Pull up on him 'cause he fat mouthing and put his ass to sleep
I got love for my guys so I'll get yo' ass for free
Getback gang, just know I'm comin' with some niggas that's elite
I'm tryna chase a nigga ass and fuck him over in the street
Run down gang be too official tryna watch his soul leave
Third eye, I see his soul now let's see his soul bleed
Faster than a motherfucker, lil' bro had cold feet
All that dissing on the net, it's okay we gon' meet
We might come and start some shit but we might come to yo' street
Two cars, six shooters, jumpin' out with six heats
Tryna stain a nigga ass and put that lil' boy six feet
Hangin' with some big Bs, slidin' down Moncrief
Smokin' dope, I'm ridin', lurkin' with my Draco on the seat
Ralo [?] until I die, 'bout my bro you know it's beef
If you ain't rockin' then it's fuck you and I put that on me (Ayy)
Stomp a nigga out in these muhfucking Fazos
I'm riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a Draco
Pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know I love that K hole
Ralo told me "Get 'em, Dot" No lettin' up, go get that bankroll
Stomp a nigga out in these muhfucking Fazos
I'm riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a Draco
Pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know I love that K hole
Ralo told me "Get 'em, Dot" No lettin' up, go get that bankroll
I was really doin' drills, I ain't never ducked shit
Pull up with that fuck shit and get yo' head bust, bitch
Nigga talkin' like he 'bout it, he ain't never touched shit
He ain't never caught no body, he a fakin' ass bitch
Crash dummies, young niggas wanna be on that frontline
He don't give you niggas shit, you niggas pawns and y'all dyin'
Put you a video and now you so eager to slide
Droppin' trash ass disses, y'all young, poor and tired
I don't gotta flash bands, bitches know my funds straight
I just went into the store and got a brand new Drac'
I got it on me, try your luck and I'm a shoot you in yo' face
Self-defense, I call my lawyer, I just beat a murder case
New opp pack, oh yeah, he skunkin'
Dot what you doin'? I'm just runnin' up my money
Heard they want a war, mm hmm, we comin'
Pull up with a 7.62, we dumpin'
Hit in his head then hit him in his liv'
Fuck it, hit him in his face, new opp nigga dead
Drop a bag and they comin', they might bring back yo' head
Bitch, it's pressure 'bout my brother, shit let's paint the city red
