Attached Lyrics – Sexyy Red

Read the full Attached lyrics by Sexyy Red from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore Bitch I’m Awesome and Team Lil Booty, two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro]
(Holiday season)
Baow, baow
S*xyy, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m going, I look like a snack (Damn)
My waist, that b!tch snatched, yeah
You can look, I know it’s fat (Baow, baow)
I’m pretty, I’m knowing I’m that
Smoke a blunt so a b!tch can relax
Tryna get this n!gga off my back (For real?)

He all on my d!ck, I’m the catch, yeah
I-I ain’t fu*k him, he attached

[Verse 1]
You-you-you know I’m the s*it and it ain’t nothing for us to argue ’bout (It’s not)
Cool it with all the subliminals ‘fore so I put that mind in your boyfriend mouth (Ho)
I’m known for making s*it famous, what you need, baby? I can give you some clout (It’s S*xyy)
And I got them bands, I be trapping out my b!tches out my sister’s house (Baow, baow)
Diamonds really dancing and they talk, them b!tches be saying “Shapow” (Bling)
P-point me to the top, just send a click and I’ma take ’em down (I’m good)
S*xyy walk in the room, ain’t gotta talk, you know my aura loud (Nyoom)
Sp-speaking of somе loud, if you know me, you know I’m high right now (Ooh)

[Chorus]
I’m going, I look like a snack, yeah
My waist, that b!tch snatchеd (Damn)
You can look, I know it’s fat (On blood)
I’m pretty, I’m knowing I’m that (North side)
Smoke a blunt so a b!tch can relax
Tryna get this n!gga off my back (Uh)
He all on my d!ck, I’m the catch (For real?)
I ain’t fu*k him, he attached

[Verse 2]
Fu-fu-fu*k these n!ggas, get some racks, yeah

I need a real n!gga, not no rat (Fu*k)
You can still catch me thugging in the trap (On blood)
Th-three cell phones, them b!tches slapped (North side)
Real b!tch didn’t give me dap (On God)
Move worried, that get you slapped (B!tch)
Like Geico safe, keep a strap (Blaow)
Want smoke, then order you a pack (Glaow)
I’m rich, n!ggas want my bag, yeah
I’m a s*xy ass b!tch in a Scat (Skrrt)
H-hair long, weave down my crack
S*it on a b!tch, like

[man, I cheat back] (??) (Cheat back)
Blocked number calling, who that?
Pu*sy ass n!gga, get the fu*k off my jet
When I was little, been known I was that
Can’t tell me nothing, I pulled up in a ‘Vette, yeah (Nyoom)

[Chorus]
I’m going, I look like a snack (Damn)
My waist, that b!tch snatched (Ooh)
You can look, I know it’s fat (On blood)
I’m pretty, I’m knowing I’m that (North side)
Smoke a blunt so a b!tch can relax
Tryna get this n!gga off my back (Nyoom)
He all on my d!ck, I’m the catch (For real?)
I-I ain’t fu*k him, he attached (Baow, baow)
I’m going, I look like a snack, yeah
My waist, that b!tch snatched (Damn)
You can look, I know it’s fat (On blood)
I’m pretty, I’m knowing I’m that (North side)
Smoke a blunt so a b!tch can relax
Tryna get this n!gga off my back (Nyoom)
He all on my d!ck, I’m the catch (For real?)
I-I ain’t fu*k him, he attached (Ooh)