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Rustie – Attak

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We laughing at ya, talkin' bout doing this and that and
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'
Nigga 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 key

Can't get in it, whore her out treat that mouth like police wearhouse

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 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 the vocals

Hood star, everybody going loco

Ghetto 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



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 lil' niggas 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'

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 roast somethin'

Pop a bottle, might toast somethin'

Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin'

Whipping out that Black and Decker

Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper

Chess shit and you playing checkers

Hit ya chest, yell for help, ya 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 coast this

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 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







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