letra de attention - jdot breezy
attention lyrics
[intro]
(mia jay c)
gang
(i hear you jay c)
gang
[verse 1]
what the f-ck these n-ggas 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 n-ggas that’s elite
i’m tryna chase a n-gga ass and f-ck 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 motherf-cker, lil’ bro had cold feet
all that dissing on the net, it’s okay we gon’ meet
we might come and start some sh-t but we might come to yo’ street
two cars, six shooters, jumpin’ out with six heats
tryna stain a n-gga 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 f-ck you and i put that on me (ayy)
[chorus]
stomp a n-gga out in these muhf-cking 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 n-gga out in these muhf-cking 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
[verse 2]
i was really doin’ drills, i ain’t never ducked sh-t
pull up with that f-ck sh-t and get yo’ head bust, b-tch
n-gga talkin’ like he ’bout it, he ain’t never touched sh-t
he ain’t never caught no body, he a fakin’ ass b-tch
crash dummies, young n-ggas wanna be on that frontline
he don’t give you n-ggas sh-t, you n-ggas p-wns 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, b-tches 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
[outro]
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’
f-ck it, hit him in his face, new opp n-gga dead
drop a bag and they comin’, they might bring back yo’ head
b-tch, it’s pressure ’bout my brother, sh-t let’s paint the city red
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