Pay Attention Lyrics

Ooh, snap, killed it

It's me, CJ, it's TJ, yeah, man

What's up, Sav, nigga

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Nigga tay gotta fat he get to jumpin' with it

Yeah, bro, I got green, nigga, come and get it

Was finna fuck that dirty bitch with CJ fuckin' with it

Now I'm finna speak some money facts, nigga, pay attention

Yeah, my granny hit your house, I forgot to mention

Then granny cookin' up with it, that's why your pot's missin'

I got a million on his head, that's why his top missin'

Yeah, I got a cat, little boy, that's why your thot fishin'

Alright, now let's get to it

TJ drop 50 on a nigga, told him quit shootin'

Every time I see that pint, let's have sex to it

I get remote and rape that bitch, keep that bitch muted

Tecc strong, if it hit you, you might flip over

Only TJ can shoot that one Glock, he got big shoulders

Ugly bitch tryna fuck, I told her, bend over

Would, fuck your ass from the front, but I'm too sober

Bitch, yeah, I'm just not high

Get a face shot with this tecc, facial your high five

Lean killed me eight times, but I got nine lives

In other words, what I meant to say, I'm on my last life

Fuck school, I brought a mic and learned more from it

Fuck his tranny, bitch, then I liked it, that's my sword woman

Heard you don't stack in the spring, so you got poor summer

Whole time, I could spend 10K for like four summers

Ooh, hold on, i calm down sav , nigga

Damn, hold on, let me hop back, hold on, hold on

Oh, shit, man

Alright, gotta stop bringin ' my phone around when the thots call

Bro, that is not a Hemi engine, that's a stock Charger

Finna' beat my dick ten times so I can throw farther

She made a DnD just for me, I'm that one caller

You'll probably catch me sleepin', or probably flying pass

Had to slap the fuck out my daddy with his grimy ass

I know this beat hella hard, it was made by Sav

Whole time, you can't get lyft, you gotta pay a cab

What the fuck is a scat, that's a cab to me

Had to slap the fuck out TJ, he smoked a half of P

It just lean, had me snorin', don't laugh at me

We finna run a train on your bitch, TJ after for me

Alright, bitch, now it's game time

Can y'all dumb niggas buy a gun, I know y'all hate dying

My bitch nonchalant, I'm sick, she hate crying

My nigga died from a hand signal, now I hate signs

In your kitchen with my drawls, where you find me at

Before I learned to ball, cut and lean, I saw the line exact

I know that bitch face ugly, I ass too fat

Then this bitch got a BBL, who ass is that?

Like, that's a silly, yeah, they hate keb