Still Pressin'
I'm still pressin on ops
These niggas they want me to stop
They praying and hoping I flop
I'm sorry i'm not
Can't stand how a young nigga hot It's time to go spin on his block
Don't fuck with no thots
Cuz fuck Em I rather get gwaup
They just Wanna offer the top
The fiends they be knocking
They itchin, the ready for drop, its Open get ready to shop
I'm still pressin on ops
And don't put yo trust in these niggas they tellin they work for the cops
You run up get popped
Put like 6 holes in his shirt, you would think that he bought him a crop
And my momma said watch
These niggas they ain't really with you they geekin they ready to plot
But why would I trip? momma I keep me a Glock these niggas move wrong and get shot
Since I was 6 bitch I've been playing with sticks, add 10 i was plotting for licks
Now plus 5 no savage but i'm 21 like fuck it i'm tryna get rich
These blues in my pockets
But keep that pole on my hip put it down and get swole on a bitch
And told jay that I got him so now on my soul i won't switch
Get jammed i won't open my lips
I'm still pressin on ops
These niggas they want me to stop, they praying and hoping I flop
I'm sorry i'm not
Can't stand how a young nigga hot it's time to go spin on his block
Don't fuck with no thots
Cuz fuck em I rather get gwaup, they just wanna offer the top
The fiends they be knocking, they itchin, the ready for drop, its open get ready to shop
These niggas they want me to stop
They praying and hoping I flop
I'm sorry i'm not
Can't stand how a young nigga hot It's time to go spin on his block
Don't fuck with no thots
Cuz fuck Em I rather get gwaup
They just Wanna offer the top
The fiends they be knocking
They itchin, the ready for drop, its Open get ready to shop
I'm still pressin on ops
And don't put yo trust in these niggas they tellin they work for the cops
You run up get popped
Put like 6 holes in his shirt, you would think that he bought him a crop
And my momma said watch
These niggas they ain't really with you they geekin they ready to plot
But why would I trip? momma I keep me a Glock these niggas move wrong and get shot
Since I was 6 bitch I've been playing with sticks, add 10 i was plotting for licks
Now plus 5 no savage but i'm 21 like fuck it i'm tryna get rich
These blues in my pockets
But keep that pole on my hip put it down and get swole on a bitch
And told jay that I got him so now on my soul i won't switch
Get jammed i won't open my lips
I'm still pressin on ops
These niggas they want me to stop, they praying and hoping I flop
I'm sorry i'm not
Can't stand how a young nigga hot it's time to go spin on his block
Don't fuck with no thots
Cuz fuck em I rather get gwaup, they just wanna offer the top
The fiends they be knocking, they itchin, the ready for drop, its open get ready to shop
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Writer(s): Kendall Jackson
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