Attic
Yeah
Ain't no cutt in this shit nigga
This that pure raw
Look
Cocaine residue under my fingernails
I said I'm sicker than you niggas, I got sickle cell
My homie told me he ain't going back
He's sick of cells
He's down to catch a body, and his body is a likkle frail
He'll line you up
You ain't down for war? well we gon sign you up
If you got them hammers like Amanda we gon Byne you up
You think you fly
Bill Nye The Science Guy
You can't deny
Nigga I'm the flyest
I'm the highest in the fkn sky
Its Rex bitch
Niggas know I'm spinning blocks like Tetris
Like I threw a brick at you
You know it's hard to catch this
I might call you crodie but man I ain't bout to set trip
You niggas catching ricos cuz u moving rico recklezz
Niggas want a problem, they can have it
Couple carrots in my grill, im a rabbit
I ain't gon lie I got a habit
Getting high upstairs, I'm an addict in an attic
If these niggas get to talking I'mma wet em automatic
If these niggas really want it then you bet I'll let 'em have it
If he gonna pop the trunk
I ain't tripping, let him grab it
By the time he turn around he be laying with the maggots
I'm a boss ass nigga
Get ya ass jumped Kris Kross ass nigga
Get ya teeth punched like floss ass nigga
Colder than the muthafkn frost ass nigga
Soft ass nigga
Han
The pussy air tight like a zip lock
Shit is wetter than the sea
I might crip walk
I might put this shit on tiktok
I ain't even gotta talk I let the dick talk
Jokes
I'm about to start a riot
If u really wanna die you better try it
See a fish I gotta fry it
Told her I can't eat the pussy on a diet
I'm a liar but u know that I'm the one that she desires
Cuz I'm a fire
And u niggas sniffing on Lizzie McGuire
Boy I'm flyer
You can see me in your city on a flyer
Call me sire, you can see my entire empire nigga
Niggas want a problem, they can have it,
Couple carrots in my grill, im a rabbit,
I ain't gon lie I got a habit,
Getting high upstairs, I'm an addict in an attic
Niggas want a problem, they can have it,
Couple carrots in my grill, im a rabbit,
I ain't gon lie I got a habit,
Getting high upstairs, I'm an addict in an attic
Ain't no cutt in this shit nigga
This that pure raw
Look
Cocaine residue under my fingernails
I said I'm sicker than you niggas, I got sickle cell
My homie told me he ain't going back
He's sick of cells
He's down to catch a body, and his body is a likkle frail
He'll line you up
You ain't down for war? well we gon sign you up
If you got them hammers like Amanda we gon Byne you up
You think you fly
Bill Nye The Science Guy
You can't deny
Nigga I'm the flyest
I'm the highest in the fkn sky
Its Rex bitch
Niggas know I'm spinning blocks like Tetris
Like I threw a brick at you
You know it's hard to catch this
I might call you crodie but man I ain't bout to set trip
You niggas catching ricos cuz u moving rico recklezz
Niggas want a problem, they can have it
Couple carrots in my grill, im a rabbit
I ain't gon lie I got a habit
Getting high upstairs, I'm an addict in an attic
If these niggas get to talking I'mma wet em automatic
If these niggas really want it then you bet I'll let 'em have it
If he gonna pop the trunk
I ain't tripping, let him grab it
By the time he turn around he be laying with the maggots
I'm a boss ass nigga
Get ya ass jumped Kris Kross ass nigga
Get ya teeth punched like floss ass nigga
Colder than the muthafkn frost ass nigga
Soft ass nigga
Han
The pussy air tight like a zip lock
Shit is wetter than the sea
I might crip walk
I might put this shit on tiktok
I ain't even gotta talk I let the dick talk
Jokes
I'm about to start a riot
If u really wanna die you better try it
See a fish I gotta fry it
Told her I can't eat the pussy on a diet
I'm a liar but u know that I'm the one that she desires
Cuz I'm a fire
And u niggas sniffing on Lizzie McGuire
Boy I'm flyer
You can see me in your city on a flyer
Call me sire, you can see my entire empire nigga
Niggas want a problem, they can have it,
Couple carrots in my grill, im a rabbit,
I ain't gon lie I got a habit,
Getting high upstairs, I'm an addict in an attic
Niggas want a problem, they can have it,
Couple carrots in my grill, im a rabbit,
I ain't gon lie I got a habit,
Getting high upstairs, I'm an addict in an attic
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Writer(s): Tyrell Fuller
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