[Intro: SpecialT & Ru$ Grey]
Yeah.. Uhh..
Whole lotta gang shit ya heard?
Queens
Special!
[Verse 1: SpecialT]
Pull up to the function
Henny hitting, snacks everywhere
Me lacking on tracks, man thats very rare
I spit facts everywhere
Yeah, shawty across from me on the F
Damn, she B-A-D A F
She definitely hear that thirst
But at first, act like she deaf
'Cause these dudes tryna holler
When she walk past
But I fall back I don't call cats
Never chase 'em thats all facts
Used to chase 'em till my heart snapped
Now it's all rap
For the love of music
Gave 'em my heart
And they just abused it
Hop on a beat
And I fucking lose it
Now the same ones that dubbed me
Are bumping to me, damn
Sometimes that's how life goes
This is life goals
I live like "woah"
Really don't care
Chasing the dream
Sometimes it ain't what it seems
Lot of these rappers fronting
Living false lives tryna sell me something
Either way at the end of day
Ain't nobody gonna tell me nothing
[Chorus: SpecialT & Ru$ Grey]
This that
Fuck 'em all new attitude (fuck 'em)
Hop in the booth and do what I do
No time for fakes
No time for snake ass trash
Ain't that the truth (facts)
X2
This that fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck em all
This that new attitude!
[Verse 2: SpecialT]
This that x9
This that, single weather
That break up with ya girl
Even though y'all been, been together
Tell Cinderella that her prince charming
Just ain't coming and she finna' settle
Told y'all i don't call cat
When she walk past I still look
Cause I ain't no punk like Phil Brooks
Saw that ass shake and I'm still shook
But I'll be damned if I approach
She first class I'm flying coach
She'd never give me the time of day
I ain't rich and famous her mind is broke
That ain't mixing you can't fix it
Can't give her fortune she ain't with it
I ain't shit and we can't split it
We speaking different languages
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Warm weather my attitude is on "dont give a fuck"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My days are numbers so fuck it I'm living it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye homie just pray for me
In the palace they stay lonely
But im valid they can't hold me
Like yeah
[Chorus: SpecialT & Ru$ Grey]
This that
Fuck 'em all new attitude (fuck 'em)
Hop in the booth and do what I do
No time for fakes
No time for snake ass trash
Ain't that the truth (facts)
X2
This that fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck em all
This that new attitude!
[Verse 3: Ru$ Grey]
This that x8
... Ru$ Grey
Fuck 'em all new attitude
Fuck you too show gratitude
Dont wait for the altitude
To respect the don like adults do
You hating bruh i pray for you
Not much else to say to you
Must be fucked up day for you
Just move in silence and speak your truth
Ah, na i can't fuck with them
Ah, na I can't fuck with them
If i fuck with them
I'm stuck with them
They got different motives good luck with them
See, loyalty in my veins
Don't spoil me, with some change
You counting favors? Oh this old thang?
I'm grown now man, shit done changed
Omens, you owe me
I'm a soul man Matt Murphy
You could hurt me
Dont desert me
Paki' bitches wanna slurp me
I run home like the derby
Que lo que mami hurt me
Acting sus' just don't get lurky
Big girls crying, go tell Fergie
[Chorus: SpecialT & Ru$ Grey]
This that
Fuck 'em all new attitude (fuck 'em)
Hop in the booth and do what I do
No time for fakes
No time for snake ass trash
Ain't that the truth (facts)
X2
This that fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck 'em all new attitude
(fuck 'em)
This that, this that
Fuck em all
This that new attitude!
