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letra de attak - rustie

[produced by rustie]

[verse 1: danny brown]
we laughing at ya, talkin’ bout ya tho we askin out when
we know you be hustlin’ backwards, electroslide and rewind
my pockets is looking like rerun
i’ve begun to dethrone, you sippin’ on that seagram’s
talkin’ bout you gon’ k!ll somethin’
n-gga must think they real or somethin’
go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin’
you ain’t f-ckn’ with me, might as well od
so after that one, take ten times three
danny brown b-tch, and that boy rustie
got the game on lock like we changed the key
can’t get in it, wh0r- or out
treat that mouth like police warehouse
bust all up in it, nuts all in it
brand new tenant, moved all up in it
cash no lease, this ain’t rented
came back now, it’s o g cynic
who the f-ck y’all think ya’ll is
i’m a grown -ss man, i don’t play with no kids
back in 2003 used to post up and roll up bag of pounds of the meat
used to trap o.t. with the d, on the greyhound bus one pair of jeans
sat down in the city
like “n-gga what a fiend”
but i do the same thing now it’s just 16s
get money my n-gga like ya ‘sposed to, if i don’t then i might go postal
back a n-gga down like howard tryna post you
if you play around a n-gga might smoke you
beware what you say in the vocals
hood star, everybody going loco
ghetto put a p-ssy n-gga in a chokehold
no joke that’s the code of survival
battle royale – everybody your rival
in the ghetto everybody going psycho

[verse 2: danny brown]
i’m a maniac, brainiac when i’m aiming at
knock your brain out your hat when i c-ck that
you can’t block that, it’s just brain out hat
stop that, you ain’t ’bout that
send my lil’ n-ggas where ya house at
couple stacks and a couple packs, put your dollar bill fingers in a mouse trap
off that cause we on one
can’t come back like you stole somethin’
n-gga might as well, let me hold somethin’
before i take that and your ho for frontin’
pull up like smoke somethin’
zip of og, might roast somethin’
pop a bottle, might toast somethin’
n-gga keep hatin’, i’mma toast somethin’
whipping out that black and decker
putting lean in my dr. pepper
chess sh-t and you playing checkers
hit ya chest, yell for help, ya desperate
n-gga talkin’ that ho sh-t, might ruck around, get your throat split
if you don’t know sh-t, better know this
f-ck around, hocus-pocus
you a focus, i’m a lotus, see the big picture stay focused
your ho look atrocious, my b-tches look ferocious
breakin’ sh-t, you can’t coast this
you n-ggas talkin’ about practice
roll around with that acid, if you don’t know start askin’
middle man be taxin’, made a couple hundred, kept stackin’
know it sound like i’m braggin’ but a n-gga do get them racks in
i ain’t gotta say sh-t, tell your b-tch to suck my d-ck
i ain’t gotta say sh-t, tell your b-tch to suck my d-ck

- rustie

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