Attack

Gripping my stick while I'm blowing her back
Fuck what you saying, this is an attack
If you was a quarterback, you would get sacked
If I say something, it turns to a fact
If you try to up it on me, you bound to get smacked
Slide with my dawgs so my back is backed
Put a tracker on his whip so that nigga gets tracked
If you get shot but don't die you better put on an act

Shot in the stomach
I'm on the come up while your shit done plummet
Climbing the hill, I done made the summit
Remember them rainy days when we put out a bucket
You is a goofy, nigga, you is a puppet
If we wanna go coloniel, we toting our muskets
My whole gang ball like the Nuggets, bitch

Gripping my stick while I'm blowing her back
Fuck what you saying, this is an attack
If you was a quarterback, you would get sacked
If I say something, it turns to a fact
If you try to up it on me, you bound to get smacked
Slide with my dawgs so my back is backed
Put a tracker on his whip so that nigga gets tracked
If you get shot but don't die you better put on an act



Credits
Writer(s): Karlo Durin, William Hauser
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