Cartier Jacob - Attic Lyrics

(Oh My God)
(B*tch im so divine)
(F*ck you talm bout, Go)
I keep taking drugs, turned to a attic
(Turn to a attic)
I got bad nerves so I gotta have it
(Man I gotta have it)
I can't get caught lackin so I keep a ratchet
(And I keep that ratchet)
(Man dat sh*t was traggic)
He got hit with heat, shooting sh*t like Dragic
(Shooting sh*t like Dragic)
But I ain't ina streets, ima let you have it
(And I let you have it)
Ima keep rapping till I get a Patek
(B*tch I need a Patek)
And b*tch I'm fighting demons, youn wanna want no static
You don't want no smoke
He don't want no smoke
Gas what I smoke
30's what I tote
(Dats what I tote)
Nasty lil b*tch, she be hella wet
Let me drive da boat
(Drive da boat)
Got caught in a jam, twelve locked me up
And they took my pole
(Took my pole)
Aye b*tch im heaven sent I ain't even tweaking, I ain't on parole
(No parole b*tch)
Now I'm out the way, getting all da money, rocking out the shows
(Rocking shows b*tch)
Either way it go ima keep balling
B*tch I'm in that mode
Aye if you sending shots dissing on the net, p*ssy let me know
(Let me know)
Aye look me in my eyes all I see is red, ima let it blow
(Ion second guess)
Stand on my money 7ft tall
Like I'm Bol Bol
Balling like the nuggets, b*tch im hella cold
Rubber band man pockets don't fold
(It don't fold)
Since a young n*gga had a heart of gold
(Heart of gold)
Just a young n*gga rolling up the dope
(Roll the dope)
They say life a game, I got the remote control
(Remote control b*tch)
Smoke exotic runtz you can taste it when you hit it
(This dat real gas)
Got exotic b*tch, big ol' ass, big ol' titties
(She got a big ol' ass)
I ran up a 30, touched a 40 then a 50
(I touched a 50)
N*ggas envy I can see it
(I can see it)
You want smoke b*tch let's get it
(B*tch let's get it)
Do yo homework n*gga yeen know
(do yo homework n*gga)
How we walk em down, and turned em to a John Doh
(Fa, Fa, Fa)
Do yo homework n*gga yeen know
(Do yo homework n*gga)
How I keep da number 9 like Rajon Rondo
You ain't ina streets for real, lil n*gga ducking pot holes
You ain't won't no beef for real, you betta duck yo taco
Yea I got a freak lil b*tch she dance just like Mulatto
N*gga you ain't high as me cause I be full of drugs though
(Agh, Agh)
I keep taking drugs, turned to a attic
(Turn to a attic)
I got bad nerves so I gotta have it
(Man I gotta have it)
I can't get caught lackin so I keep a ratchet
(B*tch I keep a ratchet)
(Man dat sh*t was traggic)
He got hit with heat, shooting sh*t like Dragic
(Shooting sh*t like Dragic)
But I ain't ina streets, ima let you have it
(Man yall n*gga got it)
Ima keep rapping till I get a Patek
(B*tch I need a Patek)
And b*tch I'm fighting demons, youn wanna want no static
(you dont want no static)
(Youn want no smoke, youn want no smoke)
(Youn want no smoke, youn want no smoke)