Pressin'

Who the fuck
U niggas think u checking
Who the fuck
U niggas think u pressing
All my niggas keep choppas
And Smitten Wesson's
We might send a fuck nigga
Yeah straight to heaven
I be thanking the lord for my many Blessings
Gotta get it I'm tired of mama Stressing
Took some losses
I turned them shits into lessons
You a broke nigga
Then u can leave my presence

Eyes on me
Like a nigga was presenting
Just flooded my neck i
I might cop me pendent
If he want them bags best believe
Imma send it
I feel 2 chainz if it's mine imma spend It
These niggas stay hating
I really don't get it
You know you not hard
But you scared to admit it
I'll neva fall off bitch I stay on my Pivot
I feel like I'm Thugger I ran up my digits
I know you suck dick bitch
You better not kiss me
Now that I'm up all of sudden she
Miss me
You niggas not street
Boy you niggas Is sissy
I cut that bitch off cause
I smell something fishy
You niggas not with me
You niggas against me
I only fuck baddies a nigga is picky
I pour up a 4 now a nigga feel dizzy
Ain tryna make love
Only time for a quickie
Fuck nigga try me out em out his Misery
I got them sticks like I'm in the Artillery
I'm Tryna blow up I'm make history
Niggas throw salt
But I don't let it get to me
Fuck all these niggas
These niggas the enemies
Boy u a hoe
All these bitch nigga tendencies
I fucked his hoe
Maybe that's why he envy me
I get a cup and I pour up some Hennessy

Who the fuck
U niggas think u checking
Who the fuck
U niggas think u pressing
All my niggas keep choppas
And Smitten Wesson's
We might send a fuck nigga
Yeah straight to heaven
I be thanking the lord for my many Blessings
Gotta get it I'm tired of mama stressing
Took some losses
I turned them shits into lessons
You a broke nigga
Then u can leave my presence

If he try me
He gone end up a vegetable
Ain't bout money
You can't fit in my schedule
I like commas I don't fw no decimals
Niggas broke swea that shit Unacceptable
Niggas pussy boy you kno not to try
My niggas shooters
Yeah they squeezing that fye
These Niggas fake
Swear that shit no surprise
Aye fuck 12 tell em free all the guys
U gotta problem
Then we pressing the issue
My niggas slimey
Wipe yo nose like a tissue
I want that head
Baby come with yo mental
Get hit wit lead like a no 2 pencil
I'm too solid nigga check my Credentials
Just copped a foreign
Boy this shit not no rental
I'm neva switching yeah a nigga Official
We neva lacking yeah they toting a pistol
I'm from the dale
Bitch I come from the slums
I come from nothing
Bitch I come from a crumb
I'm cold hearted swea a nigga feel Numb
I'm not in band but I keep me a drum
I get these racks best believe imma
Thumb
She suck me good
She like using her tongue
I dicked her down
I leave that bitch sprung
U niggas broke swea u niggas is bums

Who the fuck
U niggas think u checking
Who the fuck u
Niggas think u pressing
All my niggas keep choppas
And Smitten Wesson's
We might send a fuck nigga
Yeah straight to heaven
I be thanking the lord for my many Blessings
Gotta get it I'm tired of mama Stressing
Took some losses
I turned them shits into lessons
You a broke nigga
Shen u can leave my presence



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Writer(s): Ronicus Scott
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