Attack Lyrics

Dead opp

Dead opp

Yo, Listen

Sit in the wheels and plan the attack

On your sides there's no gettin' back

Opp after opp why they drop like that? (Like what)

DQ why you talk like that?

Real bod boys and they got my back

Right or wrong they gon beat them straps

Uh, uh

Right or wrong, yo

Make your bitch come get on her knees n gag

I swear D— a fuckin' fag

Don't say my name you'll get popped like tags

You'll get popped like tags

Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it (Fuckin' it)

Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it up

Hop out the car and I'm dumpin' it (Bow)

Hop out the car and I'm bussin' my gun

If he wanna tweak, leave him

He scared on the drill, don't need him (Nah)

Fuck a gun just give him a beatin'

He ain't worth the belt miskeen kid

Go get it back 'fore you hop on tracks (Why?)

'Cause your homie a pack

Like why did you sit in the trap and lack

Should've had your habad ready to clap (Bup, bup, bup)

I know you fuck niggas done heard me (Heard me)

I heard the takers did him dirty

Had him dancin' he got sturdy (Bow)

Couldn't even rinse that birdie (Nah)

You spin I spin (Spin)

They drop 5s we fill 'em wit 10

If no one's outside we spinnin' again, Like

Fuck it everything dead

Hallows they hit him and put him to bed

No leg shots sim it at his head

(Hallows they hit him and put him to what)

(No leg shots aim it at his what, yo)

Sit in the wheels and plan the attack (The attack)

On your sides there's no gettin' back

Opp after opp why they drop like that? (Like what)

DQ why you talk like that?

Real bod boys and they got my back

Right or wrong they gon beat them straps

Uh, uh (Bow, bow)

Right or wrong, yo

Make your bitch come get on her knees n gag

I swear D— a fuckin' fag

Don't say my name you'll get popped like tags

You'll get popped like tags

Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it

Tweak on the beat yeah I'm fuckin' it up

Hop out the car and I'm dumpin' it

Hop out the car and I'm bussin' my gun

If he wanna tweak, leave him

He scared on the drill, don't need him

Fuck a gun just give him a beatin'

He ain't worth the belt miskeen kid (Bow, bow, bow)

Yo, gunshots out the wheels

They get caught on the roads and squeal

5 block yeah we do this for real

Don't get spooked in the east

All the opps should know what that means

Creep up out the gully and beat

It's fucked up now he's dead and deceased

Listen, no cap

Your homie got left in the trap

Can't forget the next one got packed

How the fuck do they drop like that

Gotta plan the attack

Come slide 2 5 beatin' back

East side niggas know where we at

DV and OP on the map, Bap