Attempt

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, welcome home to my nigga, [?] Just beat an attempt You know what I mean? I was in a PJ, we landed And they let me know, they dismissed the case, you know I'm sayin'? And I was just callin' the nigga stupid a couple weeks ago for not takin' a— takin' a deal, you know I mean? ([?], this shit bangin') But he back [Chorus] The homie just beat an attempt Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp I be feelin' like a pimp In a 'Lac with the five percent tint The homie beat an attempt Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp I be feelin' like a pimp In a 'Lac with the five pеrcent tint [Verse 1] Ayy, its more money on thе way The streets need me, but she beggin' to me stay The homie just beat his case the other day I was thirty thousand feet high on a private plane Money on my— money over— The hood tatted on my chest, and it's on my shoulder If you my nigga, then don't cross me, I'll be there for you I'd come through anytime to bust heads for you [Pre-Chorus] You know it ain't no love in the city If a nigga plottin' on me, you better kill him Any time I hear chitchat about my niggas Only thing I wanna hear is he a real one [Chorus] The homie just beat an attempt Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp I be feelin' like a pimp In a 'Lac with the five percent tint The homie beat an attempt Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp I be feelin' like a pimp In a 'Lac with the five percent tint [Verse 2] Got a call from my dog, he was short on bail I just took a loss, I was short on mail He had a big case and nobody didn't tell But if he blew trial, he was gon' get an L Now, that's a Catch-22 'Cause you damned if you don't, and you damned if you do My nigga back home Innerprize Clicc, '21, it's on [Pre-Chorus] You know it ain't no love in the city If a nigga plottin' on me, you better kill him Any time I hear chitchat about my niggas The only thing I wanna hear is he a real one [Chorus] The homie just beat an attempt Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp I be feelin' like a pimp In a 'Lac with the five percent tint The homie beat an attempt Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp I be feelin' like a pimp In a 'Lac with the five percent tint