Johansen - Actavis Attack

(I'm sorry)
(It wasn't you, it was all me)
Niggas pull tryna copy it
Yea you can't copy the tag
Niggas pull up tryna body it
Niggas pulling up in bags
Ollie waiting for the piece to hit
So niggas pulling up with gas
Mix the Faygo tryna sweeten it
And we pull up all our bitches bad
And we pull up leaving bitches sad
And we leave him leaking like a- haha
Momma asked me why I love mathematics
Cause the money taught me how to add
Call it money, undermine the racks
Cbass taught me how to sip
Ollie taught me how to act
Give 'em Actavis attack
Pour it up, in the cup
All these niggas want a cut
Fuck with me you get cut
Couple Roxy's in my gut
And ion know what's good with my rizz
Turn every good girl to a slut
I ain't stupid I know what it is
Drop my girl, now every bitch want a kiss yea
It was a test yea, and requested
Talking that shit, don't address it
Haters giving too many suggestions
And I'm sippin the highest of tech bitch
And I need me a geek, a tech bitch
And I'm wearing my Prada's, my step rich
And my fit is all black
Can't even tell that the shiesty is separate
And these bitches all cap
Bitches good at acting like they ain't desperate
And these niggas can't mack
Why these bitches treat me like i'm majestic
Yea I'm sippin on Act (Don't spill)
And I feel it right above my left hip (Kidney)
Niggas cannot attract (Fulfill)
Yea she said you was rubbing her left lip
And you know that I'm way too fire
I just keep flowing like a fucking pen tip
And you know that we keep that fire
All on our hip like a fucking prosthetic
Too many bands I swear I'm magnetic (Keep coming to me)
Ksubi jeans like that shit genetic (Subi in my genes)
Way with my words, they say I'm poetic
Too many rhymes that shit alphabetical
Too many questions that shit hypothetical (You a fed)
Smoking too many mudafucking chemicals (All in my head)
Off way too many mudafucking medicals
You can't play with me I'm too skeptical
If you want the smoke let's get it (Let's get it bitch)
What ever I do I promise it's not ethical
I got way too many sons
They know I'm the shit they tryna be identical
Niggas pull tryna copy it
Yea you can't copy the tag
Niggas pull up tryna body it
Niggas pulling up in bags
Ollie waiting for the piece to hit
So niggas pulling up with gas
Mix the Faygo tryna sweeten it
And we pull up all our bitches bad
And we pull up leaving bitches sad
And we leave him leaking like a- haha
Momma asked me why I love mathematics
Cause the money taught me how to add
Call it money, undermine the racks
Cbass taught me how to sip
Ollie taught me how to act
Give 'em Actavis attack

Written by:
Johansen Reyes Castillo

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