Attak Rustie (Ft. Danny Brown)

[Produced by Rustie]

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
We laughing at ya, talkin' bout ya tho we askin out when
We know you be hustlin' backwards, electroslide and rewind
My pockets is looking like rerun
I've begun to dethrone, you sippin' on that Seagram's
Talkin' bout you gon' kill somethin'
Nigga must think they real or somethin'
Go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin'
You ain't fuckn' with me, might as well OD
So after that one, take ten times three
Danny Brown bitch, and that boy Rustie
Got the game on lock like we changed the key
Can't get in it, whore or out
Treat that mouth like police warehouse
Bust all up in it, nuts all in it
Brand new tenant, moved all up in it
Cash no lease, this ain't rented
Came back now, it's O G cynic
Who the fuck y'all think ya'll is
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with no kids
Back in 2003 used to post up
And roll up bag of pounds of the meat
Used to trap O.T. with the D
On the Greyhound bus one pair of jeans
Sat down in the city, like "nigga what a fiend"
But I do the same thing now it's just 16s
Get money my nigga like ya 'sposed to
If I don’t then I might go postal
Back a nigga down like Howard tryna post you
If you play around a nigga might smoke you
Beware what you say in the vocals
Hood star, everybody going loco
Ghetto put a pussy nigga in a chokehold
No joke that's the code of survival
Battle Royale - everybody your rival
In the ghetto everybody going psycho