Pressed
Why they be pressed why they be stressed bout me
I'm shining so hard that the blind could see
If I go off the grid ain't no finding me
Fast that's just how my timing be
Free my unc out dat cell I ain't fucking wit feds
I'm sitting back stacking just counting my bread
I hit the bitch but I really want head
She open her legs I beat it and fled
Now that bitch stuck to me like some tape
See my diamonds they wet like a lake
Eat again but I already ate
See a nigga just filling his plate
Say I'm cap but you niggas don't know me
Ain't never gon' know me bitch you can not hoe me
Niggas change for the better or worse
I changed for the better I'm far from the old me
Just a matter of time 'fore they know my name
Back to back I been tryna come kill the game
White on rice if they try to go 'gainst the grain
Terrance Howard the bitch wanna be my main
I'm cutthroat got too many hoes it's a bus load
Ion really show love Ion trust hoes
Only thing they can get is a dead rose
Yeah I bet you won't run up
I know you won't shoot go ahead put that gun up
I ain't been tripping la' Kell on a come up
Racks in the safe better go get yo funds up
Run it up yeah I swear it's a blessing
And I don't got the time to be stressing
Told yo bitch hit my line now we texting
If she call I'ma send her to message
Hop in the whip gon' put it in drive (Drive)
Push on the gas we taking a ride (Ride)
Light up a blunt that bitch get me high
Light up some more put two in the sky
Can't fuck wit' these bitches they do all that switching
But I'm too official la' bitch
Fuck nigga play walk 'em down wit the stick
Got a bitch on my line that go dumb for the dick
Only thing on my mind is the money
Niggas broke as a joke and it's funny
Choppa eat like that bitch got the munchies
Make 'em talk like that nigga a dummy
Hop out the coupe on my own shit
Too many la' hoes in my phone and shit
Take her back to the crib know I tamed the bitch
Too much white on his tee had to stain the bitch
These niggas don't be stepping like they say they do (Like they say they do)
I be moving how I move cause niggas hate on you (Niggas hate on you)
I keep my distance from you bitches
And them pussies that be wit' you
Most these niggas they be snitching
All that capping like you wit' it yeah
I'm shining so hard that the blind could see
If I go off the grid ain't no finding me
Fast that's just how my timing be
Free my unc out dat cell I ain't fucking wit feds
I'm sitting back stacking just counting my bread
I hit the bitch but I really want head
She open her legs I beat it and fled
Now that bitch stuck to me like some tape
See my diamonds they wet like a lake
Eat again but I already ate
See a nigga just filling his plate
Say I'm cap but you niggas don't know me
Ain't never gon' know me bitch you can not hoe me
Niggas change for the better or worse
I changed for the better I'm far from the old me
Just a matter of time 'fore they know my name
Back to back I been tryna come kill the game
White on rice if they try to go 'gainst the grain
Terrance Howard the bitch wanna be my main
I'm cutthroat got too many hoes it's a bus load
Ion really show love Ion trust hoes
Only thing they can get is a dead rose
Yeah I bet you won't run up
I know you won't shoot go ahead put that gun up
I ain't been tripping la' Kell on a come up
Racks in the safe better go get yo funds up
Run it up yeah I swear it's a blessing
And I don't got the time to be stressing
Told yo bitch hit my line now we texting
If she call I'ma send her to message
Hop in the whip gon' put it in drive (Drive)
Push on the gas we taking a ride (Ride)
Light up a blunt that bitch get me high
Light up some more put two in the sky
Can't fuck wit' these bitches they do all that switching
But I'm too official la' bitch
Fuck nigga play walk 'em down wit the stick
Got a bitch on my line that go dumb for the dick
Only thing on my mind is the money
Niggas broke as a joke and it's funny
Choppa eat like that bitch got the munchies
Make 'em talk like that nigga a dummy
Hop out the coupe on my own shit
Too many la' hoes in my phone and shit
Take her back to the crib know I tamed the bitch
Too much white on his tee had to stain the bitch
These niggas don't be stepping like they say they do (Like they say they do)
I be moving how I move cause niggas hate on you (Niggas hate on you)
I keep my distance from you bitches
And them pussies that be wit' you
Most these niggas they be snitching
All that capping like you wit' it yeah
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Writer(s): Makell Lyle
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