Attitude
Ayo Notorious, what's good? (Man wassup wit it?)
Why these fkas think they can play wit us? (You know hoes is haters)
They know who the f*ck we are (Yeah all dat)
Man fk yo feelings (F*ck em)
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch
See about me
It's ya boy Papi
Pretty face, tall frame
I don't blame enemies
All they got, jealousy
When I pull up in a beam'
Ask any b*tch
Why they wanna be like me?
I stay wet
The diamonds on my body
Makin all the fellas sweat
Keep a pretty thug
Who be suckin on my chest
I ain't DJ Khaled
But I'm claimin we da best
You ridin for ya city
B*tch I'm reppin for the west
Got Nikes on, I just do it
Quick to check a b*tch
Who be puttin me through it
Hoe I get up in ya face with no fear
In case you don't hear
Middle fingers up
I'ma smack you, I don't care
Yeah, b*tch you know I got attitude
I talk tough cuz I back it up with real goons
I been rude since I ran it up in middle school
You disrespect
I get crazy like a padded room
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you
Ugh, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you?
Yeah, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Move b*tch, get out the way
You know I got attitude, get out my face
Runnin game on these ngas
You know I don't play
You got my name in yo mouth
I'm slappin out the taste
Copy cat b*tches, why you hoes all the same?
Coke to a b*tch, why you nosey bout my name?
I don't f*ck with b*tches
Cuz these hoes hella lame
These b*tches run they mouth
And I'm runnin to the bank
I ain't fkin with these b*tches
I don't f*ck with THOTs
Only fkin with my circle
Smaller than a dot
These hoes think they doctors
How they sendin out shots
Turn into a pimple
B*tch you quick to get popped
Muggin any b*tch, I hope she got a problem
If a b*tch test me, then you know I'm finna rob em
Hoes wasn't with me when I started from the bottom
Don't feel none of these b*tches
Like I'm fkin with a condom
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you
Ugh, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you?
Yeah, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Why these fkas think they can play wit us? (You know hoes is haters)
They know who the f*ck we are (Yeah all dat)
Man fk yo feelings (F*ck em)
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch
See about me
It's ya boy Papi
Pretty face, tall frame
I don't blame enemies
All they got, jealousy
When I pull up in a beam'
Ask any b*tch
Why they wanna be like me?
I stay wet
The diamonds on my body
Makin all the fellas sweat
Keep a pretty thug
Who be suckin on my chest
I ain't DJ Khaled
But I'm claimin we da best
You ridin for ya city
B*tch I'm reppin for the west
Got Nikes on, I just do it
Quick to check a b*tch
Who be puttin me through it
Hoe I get up in ya face with no fear
In case you don't hear
Middle fingers up
I'ma smack you, I don't care
Yeah, b*tch you know I got attitude
I talk tough cuz I back it up with real goons
I been rude since I ran it up in middle school
You disrespect
I get crazy like a padded room
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you
Ugh, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you?
Yeah, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Move b*tch, get out the way
You know I got attitude, get out my face
Runnin game on these ngas
You know I don't play
You got my name in yo mouth
I'm slappin out the taste
Copy cat b*tches, why you hoes all the same?
Coke to a b*tch, why you nosey bout my name?
I don't f*ck with b*tches
Cuz these hoes hella lame
These b*tches run they mouth
And I'm runnin to the bank
I ain't fkin with these b*tches
I don't f*ck with THOTs
Only fkin with my circle
Smaller than a dot
These hoes think they doctors
How they sendin out shots
Turn into a pimple
B*tch you quick to get popped
Muggin any b*tch, I hope she got a problem
If a b*tch test me, then you know I'm finna rob em
Hoes wasn't with me when I started from the bottom
Don't feel none of these b*tches
Like I'm fkin with a condom
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you
Ugh, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
Yeah
B*tch you know I got a attitude
All dat talkin, really b*tch? what you gone do?
See my face, I ain't playin wit you?
Yeah, B*tch you know I got a Attitude
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Writer(s): Papi Torres, Luis Torres
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