Текст песни Attached - gwaupisaac

K-K-Keep me a 9 I keep it attached
This shit go way back de-deeper than rap
Bro all on the news cause he aint spin back
I carry the game i feel like a pack
Got caught at the light and he aint comin' back
We sent em to sleep a forever nap

He all on IG sayin nothin but cap
Got guap all on me and im speakin dem facts
I'm king of this shit and that is a fact
I'm ending this shit say it is a wrap
Red bape hoodie got me sayin no bap
I wont bring the tool i know we can scrap
2018 I'm wearing the GAP
Call me a Lineman cause I get the sack

I love basic beats I hate basic bitches
Hoes just like guns cause they get to switching
My Guys aint no scammers but they do the flippin'
If I see Red Blue lights I get to dipping
Yea I got the sauce yea i get to dripping
Mix wock wit the lemonade talkin Cole bennet
Yo girl on my phone told me to come in it
You know what I did yeah lil bro I did it
I'm feelin like Popeye I'm getting the spinach
I'm ballin like curry like it is a scrimmage
I pick up the cup and I get to sippin'
This money aint new to me it aint nun different

I stay getting money yeah that shit aint new to me
I got me a Yellow whip looking like bumblebee
Im getting the green that shit look like celery
They all wanna be me standing right next to me
Lil boy you cant beat me that's something I guarantee
I earned all my stripes I feel like a referee
I need all my money I feel like a warranty
I'm getting this paper and you hoes cant intervene
Splashing them shots like I got a green machine
We all on the block yea we all on every scene
She sent me some bullshit finna leave her on seen
Lil hoe I'm too locked in feeling like quarantine

Gettin the pape' im getting the guala
She callin me daddy but I aint her father
That boy is too scary like no creepypasta
They calling me Wayne cause I am a shotta
Watching my hair hang feel like a Rasta
I'm mixing the codeine right in the shasta
Roll up the backwood facing the Ganja
I'm kicking ya hoe out feelin like soccer
That boy is a lame fit him in a locker
Tell me why ya hoe tryna get in my boxers
Me and gang is so rich we eating hibachi
Lil hoe I'm too clean they call me a washer
That hoe too annoying so im finna block her
Im getting the drank yeah straight from my doctor
Oh you think you fye well my music hotter
Hoe fat like a burger I call her a whopper
Keep dat thing on me yeah I keep a choppa
If yo girl a hoe then why don't you stop her
Treat that boy like a dog pull him by his collar
Every time that i speak they give me a dollar
Lil hoe in my messages she tryna holler
My bars is too smart I feel like a scholar
Neck is too cold that hoe filled with water
I'm running my money feel like Tony Pollard