ATTACK MODE

[Intro]
Never rapped about no motherfuckin' drugs, tell ya what
Never rapped about no motherfuckin' guns, tell ya what

[Chorus]
Never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some
Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some
Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some
Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one

[Verse 1]
Bitch, how 'bout you live some?
Little scrawny, little clown, you better lift some (Better lift some)
Drive you out of town, you better Zelle the Lyft sum (Zelle the Lyft sum)
Know my exes badly down 'cause I'm the rich one (I'm the rich one)
When I saw how they rebounded I don't trip none (Nah)
It's the same as before
You wanna date below my grade? Find a man you'll afford
They never in my league or lane, so get off of my court
Because I'm married to the game, I'll be at your divorce
With a frown, upside down, middle finger with the ring
You denounced, now your vows found a family with my bling
I know now, I allowed you to puppeteer the strings
If your lady say she wants some space, she found another fling
Now you're mad at my moves
You're feeling dragged on the beat
But I don't rap about you
Bitch, I just rap about me
Until I leave in the casket, I know the hurt gonna stand
Won't bury hatchets, you'll get buried in the dirt with your man
And damn, I got her on her knees again, I do it so godly
She got that dime-a-dozen wet, that pussy bottled Dasani
I'm throwing hands and grippin' sticks out in L.A. like Ohtani
You call me out across the country, tell me who is responding?
I feel like Rollins, I'm ballin'
She getting that block if she want me
She hit me up to say sorry
I couldn't recall who was callin'
There ain't no rom' in this com'
If she thought we bondin', she bombin'
So if you find yourself fallin'
Just know I find you appallin'
Yeah, there's a difference and it's simple to find
Mind your motherfuckin' business 'cause I'm standin' on mine
If you tell me that we're finished, this ain't crossing the line
I'm just happy this is written so it's off of my mind

[Chorus]
Motherfucker, never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some
Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some
Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some
Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one, ugh

[Verse 2]
This is the attack, no mask to hide now
If it's tit for tat, or track for track, you'll find out
If you wanna have a crack at bat, I'm Mike Trout
While these underground cats don't rap, they rhyme sounds
I hate pussies always tellin' me they wanna have another conversation
Motherfucker, gimme confrontation
Mama said that violence ain't the answer, and to find cooperation
Everything is good in moderation
Uh, fix a bitch type
Uh, with a fist fight
Uh, either kiss it or just zip it 'cause a diss light
Uh, pay the down for your house off of Dislyte
Uh, while your DistroKid could never get your kids right
Uh, motherfuckers blamin' others, it's a sick sight
This no conspiracy, you are just a dick and disliked
Uh, but my dick been in your mouth like it's stuck
Dissin' me and my family won't fix the fact that you suck
Now I'm roll you up with all of your buds
Smoke you out of this blunt
And then I dive off these stages to celebrate what I won
You know these arms holding guns
Don't need the gym for a pump
I eat my weight in this protein
I bulk my body and funds
Hit the switch right
Uh, after midnight
Uh, I'm a first class act, you a missed flight
Uh, you demand Cam to snap, we can flick right
Uh, catch a case to cash in quick hype

[Chorus]
Bitch, I never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some
Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some
Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some
Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one
Bitch, I never rapped about no drugs 'til I did some
Bitch, I never rapped about no guns 'til I gripped some
Motherfucker, God was out of touch 'til I sinned some
Bitch, I know you never had no bitches but you been one

[Outro]
But you been one
But you been one
But you been one
But you been one