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Attack Video (MV)




Performed By: Justo
Length: 1:54
Written by: JOHN T. WILLIAMS




Justo - Attack Lyrics




Jump in the trap and I'm bringing that bacon
Wrist all white you thought I was racist
What was you smoking that shit was basic
Smoke out the pack it got a nigga wasted
Cut off my hair and these niggas stay hating
Drip so wet it'll slay a bitch like Jason
Quarterback the team what play is we running
That nigga with dreads he fake and he stuntin
We got blue face we red face cause that nigga was bluffin
I ask a question get it wrong and imma get to bussin
I get it right she my wife and she know Iʼm her husband
Bring up the work put it in reverse
Stand in the cold my niggas still thuggin

Do another show and I'm raising the roof
Yo bitch on me like she gotta sweet tooth
Pinky ring on top of the juice
20 oz cup I drank about 2
Than I went back to my trap

Then I hopped in the booth
This nigga so hot, so give him some room
Played heat so they put him in a tomb
Pop out bitch I got 2 goons
He got popped at like balloons
Took his life maybe too soon
I feel like I'm stuck in the room
Shooting for the stars
You missed like a fool
Played the game and you purchased a tool
Life or death you playing rules
All my shottas gone shoot up the roof

Nigga drop dead cause I hit him in the tooth
Niggas want the work so I give him round 2
Diss at that nigga I seen after school
Get in his ass now he calling for trews

Dreams so big I know I'm gone make it
Running to the bread I'm felling Jamaican
Only thing can stop me is incarceration
Imma get big and go on vacation

I'm speaking to fast you thought I was Asian
My music on apple, so bitch stop hating
Rolling on premium, you rolling on basic
When I get the money this shit gone get dangerous
I seek to my self Because I know they be waiting
Your demons are warned you better get praying
Better watch your back and don't look to the back
Cause when you turn around
All my goons gone attack
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Jump in the trap and I'm bringing that bacon
Wrist all white you thought I was racist
What was you smoking that shit was basic
Smoke out the pack it got a nigga wasted
Cut off my hair and these niggas stay hating
Drip so wet it'll slay a bitch like Jason
Quarterback the team what play is we running
That nigga with dreads he fake and he stuntin
We got blue face we red face cause that nigga was bluffin
I ask a question get it wrong and imma get to bussin
I get it right she my wife and she know Iʼm her husband
Bring up the work put it in reverse
Stand in the cold my niggas still thuggin

Do another show and I'm raising the roof
Yo bitch on me like she gotta sweet tooth
Pinky ring on top of the juice
20 oz cup I drank about 2
Than I went back to my trap

Then I hopped in the booth
This nigga so hot, so give him some room
Played heat so they put him in a tomb
Pop out bitch I got 2 goons
He got popped at like balloons
Took his life maybe too soon
I feel like I'm stuck in the room
Shooting for the stars
You missed like a fool
Played the game and you purchased a tool
Life or death you playing rules
All my shottas gone shoot up the roof

Nigga drop dead cause I hit him in the tooth
Niggas want the work so I give him round 2
Diss at that nigga I seen after school
Get in his ass now he calling for trews

Dreams so big I know I'm gone make it
Running to the bread I'm felling Jamaican
Only thing can stop me is incarceration
Imma get big and go on vacation

I'm speaking to fast you thought I was Asian
My music on apple, so bitch stop hating
Rolling on premium, you rolling on basic
When I get the money this shit gone get dangerous
I seek to my self Because I know they be waiting
Your demons are warned you better get praying
Better watch your back and don't look to the back
Cause when you turn around
All my goons gone attack
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Writer: JOHN T. WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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