Attak Lyrics - Green Language - Rustie

We laughing at ya, talkin' bout ya, no one else on that one 

We know you be hustlin' backwards, Electric Slide on rewind 

My pockets is looking like rerun 

I've begun to dethrone, you sippin' on that Seagram's 

Talkin' bout you gone kill somethin' 

Niggas must think they real or somethin' 

Go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin' 

You ain't fuckn' with me, might as well OD 

So after that one, take ten times three 

Danny Brown and that boy Rustie 

Got the game on lock like we changed the keys 

No you can't get in, but your whore out, treat that mouth like police raid a house 

Bust all up in it, nuts up in it 

Brand new tenant, moved all up in it 

That's no lease, this ain't rented 

Came back now, it's OG-scented 

Who the fuck you 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 OG with the E, on the Greyhound bus one pair of jeans 

Touchdown in the city 

Like "Nigga where the fiends?" 

Now I do the same thing 

But it's with 16s 

Get money my nigga like a poster, If I don't then I might go postal 

Back a nigga down like Howard tryna post you 

If you play around with a nigga, might smoke you 

Beware what you say in the vocals 

Hood story, everybody going loco 

Gotta put a pussy nigga in a chokehold 

No joke that's the code of survival 

Battle royal - everybody your rival 

In the ghetto everybody going psycho 

I'm a maniac, Brainiac when I'm aiming at 

Knock your brain out the hat while I cop that 

You can't block that and just (?) 

Stop that, you ain't 'bout that 

Said my loud niggas where ya hoes at 

Double sacks and a couple packs put ya daughter's fingers in a mouse trap 

Off that cause we on what 

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' 

Blew a (?) like smoke somethin' 

Sippin' OG, might roll somethin' 

Pop a bottle, might toast somethin' 

Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin' 

Weapon off that black and decker 

Putting lean in my Dr Pepper 

Chess shit and you playing checkers 

Hit the chest (?) 

Mac attack on that ho shit, might walk around, get your throat split 

If you don't know shit, better know this 

Fuck around, hocas-pocus 

You in focus, I'm a locust, see them big pictures and stay focused 

Your ho luck atrocious, my bitches look ferocious 

Breakin' shit psychosis, you niggas 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 know you do got (?) 

I don't gotta do shit tell your bitch suck my dick 

I don't gotta say shit, tell your bitch suck my dick