ATTACK MODE

Lyrics

[Intro] Never rapped about no motherfuckin' drugs, tell ya what Never rapped about no motherfuckin' guns, tell ya what [Chorus] Never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one [Verse 1] Bitch, how 'bout you live some? Little scrawny, little clown, you better lift some (Better lift some) Drive you out of town, you better Zelle thе Lyft sum (Zelle the Lyft sum) Know my еxes badly down 'cause I'm the rich one (I'm the rich one) When I saw how they rebounded I don't trip none (Nah) It's the same as before You wanna date below my grade? Find a man you'll afford They never in my league or lane, so get off of my court Because I'm married to the game, I'll be at your divorce With a frown, upside down, middle finger with the ring You denounced, now your vows found a family with my bling I know now, I allowed you to puppeteer the strings If your lady say she wants some space, she found another fling Now you're mad at my moves You're feeling dragged on the beat But I don't rap about you Bitch, I just rap about me Until I leave in the casket, I know the hurt gonna stand Won't bury hatchets, you'll get buried in the dirt with your man And damn, I got her on her knees again, I do it so godly She got that dime-a-dozen wet, that pussy bottled Dasani I'm throwing hands and grippin' sticks out in L.A. like Ohtani You call me out across the country, tell me who is responding? I feel like Rollins, I'm ballin' She getting that block if she want me She hit me up to say sorry I couldn't recall who was callin' There ain't no rom' in this com' If she thought we bondin', she bombin' So if you find yourself fallin' Just know I find you appallin' Yeah, there's a difference and it's simple to find Mind your motherfuckin' business 'cause I'm standin' on mine If you tell me that we're finished, this ain't crossing the line I'm just happy this is written so it's off of my mind [Chorus] Motherfucker, never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one, ugh [Verse 2] This is the attack, no mask to hide now If it's tit for tat, or track for track, you'll find out If you wanna have a crack at bat, I'm Mike Trout While these underground cats don't rap, they rhyme sounds I hate pussies always tellin' me they wanna have another conversation Motherfucker, gimme confrontation Mama said that violence ain't the answer, and to find cooperation Everything is good in moderation Uh, fix a bitch type Uh, with a fist fight Uh, either kiss it or just zip it 'cause a diss light Uh, pay the down for your house off of Dislyte Uh, while your DistroKid could never get your kids right Uh, motherfuckers blamin' others, it's a sick sight This no conspiracy, you are just a dick and disliked Uh, but my dick been in your mouth like it's stuck Dissin' me and my family won't fix the fact that you suck Now I'm roll you up with all of your buds Smoke you out of this blunt And then I dive off these stages to celebrate what I won You know these arms holding guns Don't need the gym for a pump I eat my weight in this protein I bulk my body and funds Hit the switch right Uh, after midnight Uh, I'm a first class act, you a missed flight Uh, you demand Cam to snap, we can flick right Uh, catch a case to cash in quick hype [Chorus] Bitch, I never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one Bitch, I never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one [Outro] But you been one But you been one But you been one But you been one