Attention lyrics

[Intro]
(MIA JAY C)
Gang
(I hear you JAY C)
Gang

[Verse 1]
What the f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout like they don't know I play for keeps
Pull up on him 'cause he fat mouthing and put his ass to sleep
I got love for my guys so I'll get yo' ass for free
Getback gang, just know I'm comin' with some n*ggas that's elite
I'm tryna chase a n*gga ass and f*ck him over in the street
Run down gang be too official tryna watch his soul leave
Third eye, I see his soul now let's see his soul bleed
Faster than a motherf*cker, lil' bro had cold feet
All that dissing on the net, it's okay we gon' meet
We might come and start some sh*t but we might come to yo' street
Two cars, six shooters, jumpin' out with six heats
Tryna stain a n*gga ass and put that lil' boy six feet
Hangin' with some big Bs, slidin' down Moncrief
Smokin' dope, I'm ridin', lurkin' with my Draco on the seat
Ralo [?] until I die, 'bout my bro you know it's beef
If you ain't rockin' then it's f*ck you and I put that on me (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Stomp a n*gga out in these muhf*cking Fazos
I'm riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a Draco
Pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know I love that K hole
Ralo told me "Get 'em, Dot" No lettin' up, go get that bankroll
Stomp a n*gga out in these muhf*cking Fazos
I'm riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a Draco
Pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know I love that K hole
Ralo told me "Get 'em, Dot" No lettin' up, go get that bankroll
[Verse 2]
I was really doin' drills, I ain't never ducked sh*t
Pull up with that f*ck sh*t and get yo' head bust, b*tch
n*gga talkin' like he 'bout it, he ain't never touched sh*t
He ain't never caught no body, he a fakin' ass b*tch
Crash dummies, young n*ggas wanna be on that frontline
He don't give you n*ggas sh*t, you n*ggas pawns and y'all dyin'
Put you a video and now you so eager to slide
Droppin' trash ass disses, y'all young, poor and tired
I don't gotta flash bands, b*tches know my funds straight
I just went into the store and got a brand new Drac'
I got it on me, try your luck and I'm a shoot you in yo' face
Self-defense, I call my lawyer, I just beat a murder case

[Outro]
New opp pack, oh yeah, he skunkin'
Dot what you doin'? I'm just runnin' up my money
Heard they want a war, mm hmm, we comin'
Pull up with a 7.62, we dumpin'
Hit in his head then hit him in his liv'
f*ck it, hit him in his face, new opp n*gga dead
Drop a bag and they comin', they might bring back yo' head
b*tch, it's pressure 'bout my brother, sh*t let's paint the city red