Attic Lyrics

(Harmonizing)

Put the rock in the ceiling they say I'm an attic, turned to a habit

Killers be with me they grippin and blasting, dressed in the fashion

Pushing the botton this shit automatic, sliding thru traffic

Vroom Vroom, Imma press it and gas, I'm flying it's magic

Spent a bag on this patek, they know what it is, froze me a bitch

Cartier glasses, put smoke on the tint, Rollie a gliss

Get a brick cut it bag it, you know it's gon flip, selling for six

I'm with the static, I bacc out the switch, let that shit rip

Tell em that we RolliN, rolling thru the city nigga press the gas

Drive it like it's stolen, drifting, skirting, breaking, driving really fast

Act like you know it, I'm on the top I got these niggas mad

Imma stay focused, Amani said baby hop up in ya bag

Givenchy the tee, Amiri the jeans, the flyest nigga on and off of the scene

What do you mean, I'm outta ya league, why do these bitches keep talking to me

Glock with the beam, making it steam, none of them nigga wanna run into me

Promethazine, I'm sippin the lean, mama said boy you better stay out the streets

Oh, we onna road, tell them boys I charge a hunnit for a show

I'll never step on the stage for the low, take the work outta state that shit slow

Niggas ain't ya bro, just cuz he call you bro don't mean he bro

They tried to catch me lackin at the store, I had to up it, I'm letting it blow (FA FA)

Put the rock in the ceiling they say I'm an attic, turned to a habit

Killers be with me they grippin and blasting, dressed in the fashion

Pushing the botton this shit automatic, sliding thru traffic

Vroom Vroom, Imma press it and gas, I'm flying it's magic