King Saca, Ridiculous1000 - Attitude lyrics
[King Saca, Ridiculous1000 - Attitude lyrics]
Why you gotta attitude with me
Why you gotta attitude
Why you gotta attitude with me
Why you gotta attitude
Why you gotta attitude with me
I ain't gon' get at you, but please
I ain't do nothin' wrong
No it ain't my fault, when the beat is on
You can hear my song, and you know I'm gone
Sunset to dawn, I play my pawn
Gun loaded, drawn, got my focus on
I'm showin' off, I smoke a lawn
Aye shoutout Sean, y'all sleepin', yawn
I'm keepin' on, I'm bein' spawned
Y'all hate to say, I'm makin' bank
Got a place to stay, estate the bay
Y'all pay the price, I ain't playin' nice
I'm payin' rice, cos' I play at night
I bake the pie, and I take a bite
Got Satan eyes, I ain't hate to fight
I run the game, but I ain't runnin' games
I come to play, cos' I'm the one, they say
Up and away, I don't wanna come down
I ain't wanna have frowns
I just wanna be found
I wanna make sounds, I wanna make pounds
You know I stay loud
You can hear the bass sound
I'm in the game now, I ain't ever came out
I'm makin' bank pile, I'ma fade away now
Ridiculous1000, that's rebel or misfit
Got an attitude that's Bad Boy Pistons
Give em Lee way or it's hate to mention
Gave Saca a hit before gifting at Christmas
Sleight of the hand
I'm smooth like magicians
Don't feed after midnight turn into gremlins
Mind goin crazy, how the hell did I pen this
Last week I was flexible, piped me a gymnast
Think I'm bossin' up
Gonna swear I'm pimpin' yeah I'm cool
Try'na chill wit the drippin'
A lot wit a handful feeling like gypsies
Folks gonna gossip had to thank Missy
Tokyo drifting clean how my gears be shifting
Stop wit the ruckus, here to cause mischief
Doing all that yellin'
That was just the tip in
What's gonna happen when I add these inches
When the beat is on, I go too damn hard
I pass the bar, I go too damn far
I'm a pirate, arr, look at my car
I'm shootin' stars, blast off to Mars
Out drink the bar, my feature bars
I'm kingin' czars, I'm eatin' lars
I smoke a jar, ain't got no tar
I drink a voir, strum the guitar
Aye shoutout Skye, we goin' high
Up like a kite, we gonna fly
We run the night, have fun today
I wonder why, I can't hear the hate
Why you gotta attitude
Why you gotta attitude with me
Why you gotta attitude
Why you gotta attitude with me
I ain't gon' get at you, but please
I ain't do nothin' wrong
No it ain't my fault, when the beat is on
You can hear my song, and you know I'm gone
Sunset to dawn, I play my pawn
Gun loaded, drawn, got my focus on
I'm showin' off, I smoke a lawn
Aye shoutout Sean, y'all sleepin', yawn
I'm keepin' on, I'm bein' spawned
Y'all hate to say, I'm makin' bank
Got a place to stay, estate the bay
Y'all pay the price, I ain't playin' nice
I'm payin' rice, cos' I play at night
I bake the pie, and I take a bite
Got Satan eyes, I ain't hate to fight
I run the game, but I ain't runnin' games
I come to play, cos' I'm the one, they say
Up and away, I don't wanna come down
I ain't wanna have frowns
I just wanna be found
I wanna make sounds, I wanna make pounds
You know I stay loud
You can hear the bass sound
I'm in the game now, I ain't ever came out
I'm makin' bank pile, I'ma fade away now
Ridiculous1000, that's rebel or misfit
Got an attitude that's Bad Boy Pistons
Give em Lee way or it's hate to mention
Gave Saca a hit before gifting at Christmas
Sleight of the hand
I'm smooth like magicians
Don't feed after midnight turn into gremlins
Mind goin crazy, how the hell did I pen this
Last week I was flexible, piped me a gymnast
Think I'm bossin' up
Gonna swear I'm pimpin' yeah I'm cool
Try'na chill wit the drippin'
A lot wit a handful feeling like gypsies
Folks gonna gossip had to thank Missy
Tokyo drifting clean how my gears be shifting
Stop wit the ruckus, here to cause mischief
Doing all that yellin'
That was just the tip in
What's gonna happen when I add these inches
When the beat is on, I go too damn hard
I pass the bar, I go too damn far
I'm a pirate, arr, look at my car
I'm shootin' stars, blast off to Mars
Out drink the bar, my feature bars
I'm kingin' czars, I'm eatin' lars
I smoke a jar, ain't got no tar
I drink a voir, strum the guitar
Aye shoutout Skye, we goin' high
Up like a kite, we gonna fly
We run the night, have fun today
I wonder why, I can't hear the hate