Attached Lyrics

K-K-Keep me a 9 I keep it attached

This shit go way back de-deeper than rap

Bro all on the news cause he aint spin back

I carry the game i feel like a pack

Got caught at the light and he aint comin' back

We sent em to sleep a forever nap

He all on IG sayin nothin but cap

Got guap all on me and im speakin dem facts

I'm king of this shit and that is a fact

I'm ending this shit say it is a wrap

Red bape hoodie got me sayin no bap

I wont bring the tool i know we can scrap

2018 I'm wearing the GAP

Call me a Lineman cause I get the sack

I love basic beats I hate basic bitches

Hoes just like guns cause they get to switching

My Guys aint no scammers but they do the flippin'

If I see Red Blue lights I get to dipping

Yea I got the sauce yea i get to dripping

Mix wock wit the lemonade talkin Cole bennet

Yo girl on my phone told me to come in it

You know what I did yeah lil bro I did it

I'm feelin like Popeye I'm getting the spinach

I'm ballin like curry like it is a scrimmage

I pick up the cup and I get to sippin'

This money aint new to me it aint nun different

I stay getting money yeah that shit aint new to me

I got me a Yellow whip looking like bumblebee

Im getting the green that shit look like celery

They all wanna be me standing right next to me

Lil boy you cant beat me that's something I guarantee

I earned all my stripes I feel like a referee

I need all my money I feel like a warranty

I'm getting this paper and you hoes cant intervene

Splashing them shots like I got a green machine

We all on the block yea we all on every scene

She sent me some bullshit finna leave her on seen

Lil hoe I'm too locked in feeling like quarantine

Gettin the pape' im getting the guala

She callin me daddy but I aint her father

That boy is too scary like no creepypasta

They calling me Wayne cause I am a shotta

Watching my hair hang feel like a Rasta

I'm mixing the codeine right in the shasta

Roll up the backwood facing the Ganja

I'm kicking ya hoe out feelin like soccer

That boy is a lame fit him in a locker

Tell me why ya hoe tryna get in my boxers

Me and gang is so rich we eating hibachi

Lil hoe I'm too clean they call me a washer

That hoe too annoying so im finna block her

Im getting the drank yeah straight from my doctor

Oh you think you fye well my music hotter

Hoe fat like a burger I call her a whopper

Keep dat thing on me yeah I keep a choppa

If yo girl a hoe then why don't you stop her

Treat that boy like a dog pull him by his collar

Every time that i speak they give me a dollar

Lil hoe in my messages she tryna holler

My bars is too smart I feel like a scholar

Neck is too cold that hoe filled with water

I'm running my money feel like Tony Pollard