Attak

Lyrics

[Produced by Rustie] [Intro] Check Style [Verse 1: Danny Brown] We laughing at ya, talkin' bout you doing this and that 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' kill somethin' Nigga must think they real or somethin' Go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin' You ain't fuckin' with me, might as well OD So after that one, take ten times three Danny Brown bitch, and that boy Rustie Got the game on lock like we changed the key Can't get in it, whore or out Treat that mouth like police raid a house Bust all up in it, nuts all in it Brand new tenant moved all up in it That's no lease, this ain't rented Came back, now it's O.G. scented Who the fuck y'all think ya'll is I'm a grown ass 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 "nigga, what a fiend" But I do the same thing now, it's just 16s Get money my nigga like ya 'sposed to If I don't then I might go postal Back a nigga down like Howard tryna post you If you play around a nigga might smoke you Beware what you say in them vocals Hood star, everybody going loco Gotta put a pussy nigga in a chokehold No joke, that's the code of survival Battle Royale, everybody your rival In the ghetto everybody going psycho (style) [Verse 2: Danny Brown] I'm a- I'm a maniac Brainiac when I'm aiming at Knock your brain out your hat when I cock that You can't block that, it's just brain out hat Stop that, you ain't 'bout that Send my loud niggas where ya house at Couple stacks and a couple packs Put your daughter fingers in a mouse trap Off that cause we on one Can't come back like you stole somethin' Nigga, 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 roll somethin' Pop a bottle, might toast somethin' Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin' Whipping off that Black and Decker Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper Chess shit and you playing checkers Hit ya chest, yell for help, you're desperate Nigga talkin' that ho shit Might ruck around, get your throat split If you don't know shit, better know this Fuck around, hocus-pocus You a Focus, I'm a Lotus See the big picture, stay focused Your ho look atrocious My bitches look ferocious Breakin' shit, you can't coach this You niggas talkin' about practice Roll around with that acid If you don't know, start askin' Middleman be taxin' Made a couple hundred, kept stackin' Know it sound like I'm braggin' But a nigga do get them racks in I ain't gotta say shit Tell your bitch to suck my dick I ain't gotta say shit Tell your bitch to suck my dick