[Intro]
Calling all real niggas to attention
Calling all real niggas to attention
Call to attention
Call to attention
Call to attention
[Chorus]
Call to attention
Fuck niggas tellin' me sayin' my name, nigga go get some bitches
Until the day that I die and I'm not on that earth and my bitch screamin' "R.I.P. Vincent"
We ain't have cake on the plate nigga
Ain't no dessert cause there ain't nun sweet till you winnin'
You was a fake, you a nerd, I'ma call you a her nigga
Why in the fuck is you trippin'?
[Verse]
(Woah, damn!) Nigga for starters, I'm ready to die for this shit like a martyr
It's just getting harder and harder for me to show
Thesе little niggas that ain't even markеrs
Niggas playin' hopscotch with a rockgun, opps block
And the hardest lookin' nigga got popped
Fuck nigga knock knock, At yo' front door with a Glock I been waitin' for your ass to show
.50 from a show, instant, like they see me when it blow
In a skat, out a tinted window, makin livin' off of hoes
Boy I got a kitchen full of hoes, they be in the back whippin' up the dough
Nigga battin' down the hatches
I was 13 in the all black splat we was drippin' on the ratchet
I just wanna speak, had a dream, I had everything I need
Woke up like damn, that shit happen
Calling all real niggas to attention
Calling all real niggas to attention
Call to attention
Call to attention
Call to attention
[Chorus]
Call to attention
Fuck niggas tellin' me sayin' my name, nigga go get some bitches
Until the day that I die and I'm not on that earth and my bitch screamin' "R.I.P. Vincent"
We ain't have cake on the plate nigga
Ain't no dessert cause there ain't nun sweet till you winnin'
You was a fake, you a nerd, I'ma call you a her nigga
Why in the fuck is you trippin'?
[Verse]
(Woah, damn!) Nigga for starters, I'm ready to die for this shit like a martyr
It's just getting harder and harder for me to show
Thesе little niggas that ain't even markеrs
Niggas playin' hopscotch with a rockgun, opps block
And the hardest lookin' nigga got popped
Fuck nigga knock knock, At yo' front door with a Glock I been waitin' for your ass to show
.50 from a show, instant, like they see me when it blow
In a skat, out a tinted window, makin livin' off of hoes
Boy I got a kitchen full of hoes, they be in the back whippin' up the dough
Nigga battin' down the hatches
I was 13 in the all black splat we was drippin' on the ratchet
I just wanna speak, had a dream, I had everything I need
Woke up like damn, that shit happen
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