Press

Yea yea, yea
Yea yea, yea
Look
I need the, I need the
Full court, full court press
Niggas don't want no stress
They on that x
Full court, full court press
Niggas don't know where I'm at
But they say I'm the best
Full court, full court press
Niggas don't want no stress
I'm good offa that
Full court, full court press
I'm on they neck
Can't take my foot offa that

I was running with the Godvision
With the Gahr bitches
Down Artesia, down Clark
Nigga we was block spinning
Now I need that Rollie, cuz a nigga watch ticking
Pot whipping, working round the clock with it
I can't even stop with it
Choices nigga, you ain't force it nigga
Fortunately, I got bars
That made me a fortune, nigga
All at Nordstrom tryna fuck on Tisha and Chanel
Tryna get a foursome, nigga
I ain't gon force em tho
Say her nigga packin'
I ain't tripping tho
I know I'm bigger
I know I'm that nigga tho
Drivin down Figueroa, we was really rolling with it
Like a finger roll nigga, play her like pick and roll nigga
Pass her to my lil bro, like this shit a give and go nigga
Yea this money new
Why it feel like I been getting old, nigga?
Mackin on these hoes never get old
But I'm gone, going digital nigga
Eating good off the kitchen fork nigga
Wait, new iced chain
Young, young nigga flex
Life still the same, so a young nigga blessed
Young nigga wanna buy a house and a tech
You a big rat to a mouse, I'm a vet
I ain't gotta tell you lil niggas, wear a vest
Say I ain't the one, nigga say it with yo chest
Say I ain't the one, nigga say it with yo chest
Look, wait



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Chatman Iii
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