Lyrics Pay Attention - 98s, Stally, 지미

Pay Attention

Rise it up and slam it
Two waps in the ride, don’t panic
Slap it, whack him, we left him battered
Shank swingin', that’s ketchup splattered
I’m a savage, I’ll do man bad
Straight drop, dinners, no magic
Fuck up my cash, I can’t do cats bad
I love it when the funds run rapid
Bad one wants all of my time
Like she don’t know I’m in the t house laggin'
White girl bangin', dark one smashin', phone line’s crackin', up it
I love the sound when the mash starts slappin'
We really do what we say, we ain’t out here for no fashion
And I was that little hood rat that was trappin' out block, shit
Bottoms tucked into my socks, rammy always cah don’t lie for no opps
Nina livin', Ly still ringin', beg a man try put hands on my prof
Beg a man try put hands on my guys, the guys will probably have the strip taped
off
Phone-calls like «What happened over them side?
What?
Which block»
I was probably taggin' up, calculatin' how much pros I’ma make off the bud this
month
It’s mad how dem man love chat on the net
But when they get hit up there’s not much said
Talkin' wild or snatched for a fed, way I flex, we ain’t built like them
(Wasteman)
Pay attention when you slide
If it’s opps, lit sky
Bring it back, rewind
Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide
And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam
I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag
Long clip, call it mag
Double-tap, take him out
Pay attention when you slide
If it’s opps, lit sky
Bring it back, rewind
Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide
And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam
I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag
Long clip, call it mag
Double-tap, take him out
Rollin'
I’m on the rear with the ting controllin', it’s lookin' for boy dem
Many occasion we plan to annoy dem
That block’s quiet, bringin' the noise in
Send man down south like Croyden
Get on the stolen, it’s us they’re avoidin'
The bells are golden or green and red, pick your poison
Choices get made on sight, not after, ready and roll for the action
I give him a ching if he’s askin' for one, I give him some more,
say I’m overreacting
See them at the junction with a burner, it’s nothin' to clap 'em
Somethin' gets slappin', light, camera, action, they run off before it’s
flashin'
Get done, was it Nine or Holly?
Really attempted, tried it properly
Lock off the vibe, Tally’s all pissed
She’s sayin' the party was poppin'
Girls say I sound kind of Cockney
Mental so hot that the army’s spottin'
Spent an arm and a leg on them arms
So him havin' abs really ain’t no problem
98 Gang, pattern up guns and barbies, lock them
They got drugs, don’t know how to dock them
They got garms, don’t know how to rock them
Take the chance, crash out of a foreign
Have a hunch that we there, then we doin' 'em horrid
Brink a ZK too if the wap moves dodgy
Rollin', really tryna catch us a body
Pay attention when you slide
If it’s opps, lit sky
Bring it back, rewind
Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide
And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam
I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag
Long clip, call it mag
Double-tap, take him out
Pay attention when you slide
If it’s opps, lit sky
Bring it back, rewind
Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide
And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam
I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag
Long clip, call it mag
Double-tap, take him out