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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Pressa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composer
Damma Beatz
Damma Beatz
Composer
Tariq Sharrieff
Tariq Sharrieff
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Damma Beatz
Damma Beatz
Producer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, Press As a young nigga As a young nigga Uh, now I'm rappin' Whoa I just bought a new Glock (New) And this ain't somethin' you can borrow Streets hot, streets, they gettin' slippery, need to garra What you niggas know 'bout gettin' bricks all in the cargo? Racks all in the cargo (ayy) I'm gettin' rackades (racks) Dope all in the pantry (oant') Whole 'nother bracket Niggas talkin' cray-cray (cray) Smoked like the ashtray Cameras in the spot, take over TVs (yeah) And bitch, I had a name before this rap and it was Beenie (Beenie) Got his name off the block and he was fat, they called him Greedy My warya, he a mess, touch his shoulder, fiiri, fiiri These niggas do the kiki but my lil' nigga KiKi, he a savagе And I been in the trap with Lil Leeky, I'm a bad up Baby, I'm back Lately, been sellin' weed, normally I was sellin' crack (coke) This chocolate Audemar'll put a nigga in his bag (bag) My crodie, he a orphan, ain't no mother or a dad (nah) Couldn't find my rock rock, I was made to go and serve the fiend (fiend) Needed a nat, a stick to go and fetch my dream (racks) He want smoke then boy, hit ctrl-alt-delete Owe me money, she'd probably pocket down me I just bought a new Glock (new) And this ain't somethin' you can borrow (you can't) Streets hot, streets, they gettin' slippery, need to garra What you niggas know 'bout gettin' bricks all in the cargo? (Yeah) Racks all in the cargo (yeah) I'm gettin' rackades (racks) Dope all in the pantry (pant') Whole 'nother bracket (bracket) Niggas talkin' cray-cray (cray) Smoked like the ashtray (ayy) Cameras in the spot, take over TVs (TVs) And bitch, I had a name before this rap and it was Beenie (yeah) And bitch, I had a name before this rap and it was Beenie (yeah) If you catch me on the mic, I'm rappin' 'bout it then I did it (yeah) Bend a opp block, we probably jumpin' out the Civic (slide) The police on my nuts, I'm not even fuckin' with the city (stop) I'm gettin' too much money to be brought up (whoa) Shit hot, shit, knockin' Speaker Knockerz (oh) He ain't got a body, must be playin' (playin') See, where I'm from you gotta kill, it's kind of complicated (yeah) But the real ones, they gon' rate it (rate it) And the real ones don't eat bacon (no) And T-Dub, he bend your block, watch him go deteriorate it (what?) I call it "Wass Nation," go on for generations (uh) We take a nigga Glock and never give it back or pay him I just bought a new Glock (new) And this ain't somethin' you can borrow (you can't) Streets hot, streets, they gettin' slippery, need to garra What you niggas know 'bout gettin' bricks all in the cargo? (Yeah) Racks all in the cargo (yeah) I'm gettin' rackades (racks) Dope all in the pantry (pant') Whole 'nother bracket (bracket) Niggas talkin' cray-cray (cray) Smoked like the ashtray (ayy) Cameras in the spot, take over TVs (TVs) And bitch, I had a name before this rap and it was Beenie (yeah) Bitch, I had a name before this rap and it was Beenie And I ain't even ever watch the TV Them bando goin' crazy all around Them bando goin' crazy all around Press, as a Long live Wassi, nigga
Writer(s): Damma Beatz, Quinton Gardner, Tariq Sharrieff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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