TRN JoNn, Eric Eugene Bush and Jonathan O Bush - Attached (Acapella)

Lil Mama attached, hanging on causing me pain, call her a hangnail.
cnd I keep it a buck when Im around on da east, if I'm over on South - same there.
Only 2 or 3 niggas I respect blow for blow, aint no worker they boss with me.
I mean for a play for to purchase for 200 bands they gone pick up that cost with me.
Whole city round shooting like a free throw.
Damn shame I only shoot bricks.
cll the biddies round moving like a freak hoe.
How she a gnat gnat thinking she the shit.
clley Oop him a play how I threw up.
If we play for the win aint no loss nigga.
cnd I love how I grew up, harder than most.
Thank God, I aint no soft nigga.
cint no slave but a chain on my neck.
Uncle Poonie dead so I'm walking with death.
I aint where I wanna be yet but I still got my feet so I'm taking my steps
cint jackin yo P so you clutch or you reach when you fucking with me you get stretched.
Go so hard I pull me a muscle.
Because you know I do more than just flex.
Heard a bitch nigga shot up my daddy house, ok cool we can take it there.
So we shoot up his momma and pappyhouse.
Life a game and you know we aint playing fair.
Don't get it twisted yeah I'm TRN.
Pop out with a 30 and pop again.
cnd yo bulletproof stopping a pistol I pop with this shotty I bet it wont stop again
Don't get it confused what you wanna do.
Don't mean to be rude but we on your ass.
If I up a chopper and shoot at your momma send you to the doctor
Then your ass grass.
Just stay in your lane don't try to complain because that shit is lame when you aint got cash
How you talk shit bitch you know we gone crash.
You keep on stunting you know thats your ass.
I gotta get it nigga aint no pass.
You say you with it nigga show me that.
For all of them days that I was insane I had so much rage nigga thats a fact.
I'm tryna get it nigga thats the motto.
I got some cash but I want a lot more.
I'm trying to go to the mall and then have a ball you'll think a nigga won the lotto.
Every single day you know I maintain, swerve a fuck nigga out of my lane.
I be high, as a fuck like a plane.
Lifes good so I can not complain.
cn umbrella and a whip for the rain.
I was broke once, never again.
Niggas aint trying to give you no change.
So don't ever have your hand in their face.
Killing these niggas do it with a passion.
I got drip, you should look at my jacket.
Catch him in the streets you know we gone jack him.
If we see him yeah you know we gone smack him.
Broke boys, yeah you know we gone tax him.
Get some money little nigga and stack it.
Lame ass niggas always be acting.
Pussy ass niggas always be lacking.

Written by:
Eric Bush, Jonathan Bush

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