Distraction Lyrics by Polo G & Southside is latest English song with music also given by 808 Mafia. Distraction song lyrics are written by 808 Mafia, Southside & Polo G.
Distraction Song Detail
| Song Name: | Distraction |
| Singer: | Polo G, Southside |
| Composer: | 808 Mafia |
| Lyrics by: | 808 Mafia, Southside, Polo G |
Distraction Lyrics
808 mafia!
Uhh!
How I go so hard
They still discredit my talent
Took sh!T too far
Now they regretting what happened
Hard for my mama to accept
I’m a savage (uhh! Uhh! )
You play, I’m letting you have it
Uhh! Uh-uhh! -uhh!
Them shots let off
That’s too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in
What if I wasn’t rapping?
Fiend for that ecstasy
Couldn’t keep from relapsing
Bring out the best of me
I’d be a distraction, uhh!
If I tell my stepper
“Come and slide,” then he coming
And I know it’s fu*ked up
How he daily out there hunting
Heartless living, savage life
That’s just how he bumming
But sh!T, at least it’s a n!Gga
I can count on for something, uhh!
We lеt them cannons spark
Play with us, get punished, uhh!
Wе really had it hard
Now blessings abundant
Can tell I hit the top
Now they can’t wait to see me plummet
Like for every win
Another l come punch me in my stomach
I couldn’t even enjoy my birthday
B!Tch come to me about a$$umptions
They can’t fu*k with me on my worst day
I done ran it up, all hundreds
Baby, chiraq is my birthplace
If we got a problem, we slump it
Hard times spent, it’s the worst pain
And you never get refunded, uhh!
How I go so hard
They still discredit my talent
Took sh!T too far
Now they regretting what happened
Hard for my mama to accept
I’m a savage (uhh! Uhh! )
You play, I’m letting you have it
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
Them shots let off
That’s too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in
What if I wasn’t rapping?
Fiend for that ecstasy
Couldn’t keep from relapsing
Bring out the best of me
I’d be a distraction, uhh! Uhh!
Twin glocks, tia tamera
Yeah! These my new b!Tches
Hit they block with two switches-
It make my shottas shoot different
We can empty out two hundred shots
In less than two minutes
And b’ was one of ours
So that shouldn’t be a name that you mention
Hope when I’m talking you listen
’cause I’m just hoping you get it
I tell my n!Gga about his self
It ain’t got nothing to do with it
And you can’t call my phone for help
That’s if I heard that you snitching
Don’t speak on bodies on your belt
This just ain’t how we do business, uhh!
Bad news turn your whole day tragic
All they heard was that k clapping
Any problem, we stepping up
Like the crate challenge
Left my heart on that notepad
And that still wasn’t enough
Lotta snakes bites, got low grass
Can’t feel or trust
How I go so hard
They still discredit my talent
Took sh!T too far
Now they regretting what happened
Hard for my mama to accept
I’m a savage (uhh! Uhh! )
You play, I’m letting you have it
Uhh! Uhh! -uhh! -uhh!
Them shots let off
That’s too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in
What if I wasn’t rapping?
Fiend for that ecstasy
Couldn’t keep from relapsing
Bring out the best of me
I’d be a distraction, uhh!