Sybyr – No Attention lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, no attention
Landfill
(Ya feel me?)
No attention, straight to detention
Landfill
Motherfucker, yeah (Yuh)
(Ayy, ming, uh)
(Yuh, yuh, ya)
(Yuh, ming, yuh, yuh)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ya, ming)
(Yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Yeah, they talkin' pressure but they look like they wear Skechers
Shit you just can't measure, I highkey put shit together
I'm still bangin' beats no effort, dressin' like a wine mom
I was sober like whatever, the marketin' was clever, uh
Time to get to bouncin', rollin' snowballs off the mountain
I was givin' no attention to the drama y'all can drown in, uh
Shit is like a fountain, LEDs changin' colors
Funny how y'all buyin' fits with the money from ya brothers

[Verse 1: Sybyr]
I heard niggas off the H, now he tweakin', don't know better
Are you serious? You think that I'm delirious?
All these stories, it don't add up, highly curious
On second thought, we don't talk no more
You not onto shit, clearly on some other shit
Yeah, I get the opps but you actin' like a bot
Someone need to go upside ya head and make you Diddy Bop
You just got expunged, fuck you doin' with them rocks?
Playin' with my time, accelerate in fuckin' black flame
I don't have the patience to be fuckin' with the Twitter games
You not holdin' me back, fast-forwardin' without you lames
I already see the envy, I already see the change
All these little checks, they ain't gonna cut it
We either talkin' how we comin' up, if not then shut it
Super tired of the runaround 'cause I don't live in loops
Still they call me underground and I hate it like a knot
Cut it loose (Cut it loose)

[Chorus: Sybyr & Eric North]
Yeah, they talkin' pressure but they look like they wear Skechers
Shit you just can't measure, I highkey put shit together
I'm still bangin' beats no effort, dressin' like a wine mom
I was sober like whatever, the marketin' was clever, uh
Time to get to bouncin', rollin' snowballs off the mountain
I was givin' no attention to the drama y'all can drown in, uh
Shit is like a fountain, LEDs changin' colors (Yuh, yuh, ayy)
Funny how y'all buyin' fits with the money from ya brothers (Ayy, ayy, bitch)

[Verse 2: Eric North]
Ain't it funny how the ones who bring you down
Never end without a sound?
Fuck it, I just let 'em drown, uh
Playin' with my life means you fuck with my emotions
I was chewin' on some Oxy in L.A., it had me floatin'
But like only for a week, I was tired of feelin' weak
My coke diet, fuck a zero, I'm a hero to the beats
Head full of fuckin' lights, barely have somewhere to rest
Then I left screenshots of paragraphs on the text
Fuck bitches, they can never be trusted, ain't got me stressin'
Steady flexin' 'bout the day that they livin', it got me laughin'
Should've known by like 11 that my voice has been a weapon
I will use it to destroy anyone who fuck with my brethren
I don't fuck with fake shit, maybe bootleg shit
Least some effort go to niggas tryna cater to your fit
Always anti shit, you ain't anti bitch
Anti, D_U, go to beddy-bye, bitch, ayy, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Yeah, they talkin' pressure but they look like they wear Skechers
Shit you just can't measure, I highkey put shit together
I'm still bangin' beats no effort, dressin' like a wine mom
I was sober like whatever, the marketin' was clever, uh
Time to get to bouncin', rollin' snowballs off the mountain
I was givin' no attention to the drama y'all can drown in, uh
Shit is like a fountain, LEDs changin' colors
Funny how y'all buyin' fits with the money from ya brothers

[Outro]
One, two, three
Anti World, Anti World
Anti World, Anti World
Anti World (What?), Anti World (What?)
Anti World (What?), Anti World (What?)