Attitude

[Intro: glaive] H-hi, Dopa, haha Mommworld I miss you, Angel DOA [Chorus: ericdoa] Ayy, mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do And you talkin' out his neck, man Pussy, I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah Something like a tattoo Ayy, mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do And you talkin' out his neck, man Pussy, I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money,, yeah Something like a tattoo [Verse 1: ericdoa] Ayy, that boy is a weirdo, he ain't making no moves Bitch, I'm posted up with oaf1, we-we make sure he don't move DOA, he poppin', all that shit some old news Throwin' hands with this pussy, guarantee I'm gonna fold you Sippin' Henny out the bottle, bitch, I'm walking dead Yeah, it's too loud inside the function, can't hear what ya said Pitfall got the M4, guarantee that boy aiming for heads Be careful how you move, boy, you're still hanging by a thread, uh [Verse 2: blackwinterwells] Hanging by a thread, off this potion But I'm still not dead Don't know what you meant, got more money I'm still counting it G-G-Got a band flipping sugar pills (No refunds) Push some daffodils I might run up that hill (And what?) And make a deal (Ah) Running in circles for fun, don't need anyone I'm on my own now, I'm a ghost now You're not allowed I'm sitting on my throne Nowhere else to go (Calm down) You know that's how I like it I can't deal with you You're so sad, incapable of bettering yourself I told you, just go to Hell [Chorus: ericdoa] Ayy, mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do And you talkin' out his neck, man Pussy, I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah Something like a tattoo [Verse 3: Wido] Lookin' at the stars at the roof Lookin' at my scars in my room Bitch, I'm Wido, I'm with fuckin' DOA I'm with kurtains, run away Fuckin' stuttering away Way, way, yeah, my boys down like, oh, fuck How could I think you were my right hand? Like kurtains with artillery Smokin' on that lemon sweet You know there's no remedy Slash and slash their nose until they bleed Push-push-push-push a screwdriver through my knees I hope you don't feel the peace Screwdriver through your knees Please, I can't stop, no, please [Verse 4: Grandee] Pull up with the sticks, yeah I don't wanna fist fight I keep my glizz, yeah Fucking with that bitch, yeah I be fucking with that bitch See the picture, yeah Suckin' on my dick, bitch You don't want no drama Talkin' all this shit while I'm busy countin' commas Messing with the clique Then you crying to your momma Smokin' on that big pack, feeling a lot of trauma [Chorus: ericdoa] M-Ma-Mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do And you talkin' out his neck, man Pussy, I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah Something like a tattoo [Verse 5: quinn] You focused on me, better get a bag 'Til I drag your ass to the back and you won't come back ​Silver is the team, living dreams Countin' hella creams Steam running the steams, smokin' green Talking through a screen I don't wanna talk so don't hit me on my cellphone Ask me for a feature, I'ma tell your ass, "Hell no" Pop out of the cut, with a cutter saying, "Hello" Talk down on the set, then I'll turn you into Jello [Verse 6: kurtains] Ayo, wassup? (Yo) Bitch, I'm kurtains, I'm with DOA Wido, Quinn, Meg and glaive Fuck with us, you catching sprays (Fuck, bop) You better hope your money bulletproof Or you could just run away, VC kickin' shit with Tay (Bruh) Walk-walk in that bitch, I'm tearing up the party (Yup) Extendo hangin' like at a third party, tell your bitch Skrrt off in an Audi, twin Glocks Name was Clyde and Bonnie We pullin' off their skin, chopping up they bodies [Verse 7: glaive] Yeah, she got an attitude, she like to dirty dance Heard you wanna fight over a bitch Like bro, you're not my mans Fuck off with that pussy shit, lil' bro I might just dirty blast Smokin' on that pack, pack, pack, I'm the petrolman Why you always talkin' on the boys? You won't go toe-for-toe Glocky on my side might leave you frozen You should let it go If you keep talkin' all up on the boys Then we might let you know Glock up on my stomach, make you dance Might make 'em do-si-do [Verse 8: Chach] They like, "Chach, where you been at?" I've been absent lately Well, I think I lost my mind, but that's just maybe And a devil and an angel On my shoulder both really hate me I'm a sinner, you can't save me And I drink more liquor inside my Mercedes Foot up on the gas pedal, I'm pushing one-eighty I don't really care at all, don't know why y'all hating Y'all just gotta move along It's "fuck y'all" when I'm famous I'm with Wido, back to back He got my back, that's an Alley-Oop Say you're getting guap, haha Had to laugh at you This shit ain't for everybody Boy, you shoulda stayed in school Knowing I'm a pretty bitch, and I got some attitude