Quiet Place 2
Don't press me
Baby, shit get messy
Don't test me, on Wayne give eem ice stretch eem
Don't press me, shit get messy
Don't test me, nah, that's my technique
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be thumbin through these strips more strips all on my brain
Walk in my destiny
None a the bull shit could get to me
Real nigga recipe
All a that gossipin bull shit is dead ta me
Niggas a head a me?
Check the accounts then say allegedly
That shit amount to a sesame
Mama been proud since I settle things
Niggas gepeto just stuck n the ghetto but tryna pull strings n shit
Tell eem just let go u oughtta feel special but not wit no gleam and shit
I Hopped off the metro then found me some petro n married the clean with it
I Play my position the team get lit
I'm Calling out plays Andy Reid with grit
It's chiefdom bitch
Every nigga that you seen me wit you seen get lit
It's cheating bitch
Every nigga that you seen eem wit u seen get hit
We touching chicken like everyday
My OG raising cane
She wanna get next to me
Talking bout she can ease the pain
She's insane
Bitch tryna get sex from me yo sex is weak girl
Clean ya game
Everyday they tryna test the weak they test the Gee
I raised the plane
Battling demons I then defeated I done seen major pain
We walk through major rain
Taking stains
Chasing change
Shit get messy
Don't press me
Shit get messy
Don't test me
That's my technique
Don't press me
On Wayne, give eem ice, stretch em
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be thumbing through these strips more strips all on my brain
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be thumbing through these strips more strips all on my brain
Test me
Baby shit get messy
Test me
On Wayne give eem ice stretch em
Don't test me
That's my technique
Don't press me
Baby, Ice, stretch eem
Baby, shit get messy
Don't test me, on Wayne give eem ice stretch eem
Don't press me, shit get messy
Don't test me, nah, that's my technique
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be thumbin through these strips more strips all on my brain
Walk in my destiny
None a the bull shit could get to me
Real nigga recipe
All a that gossipin bull shit is dead ta me
Niggas a head a me?
Check the accounts then say allegedly
That shit amount to a sesame
Mama been proud since I settle things
Niggas gepeto just stuck n the ghetto but tryna pull strings n shit
Tell eem just let go u oughtta feel special but not wit no gleam and shit
I Hopped off the metro then found me some petro n married the clean with it
I Play my position the team get lit
I'm Calling out plays Andy Reid with grit
It's chiefdom bitch
Every nigga that you seen me wit you seen get lit
It's cheating bitch
Every nigga that you seen eem wit u seen get hit
We touching chicken like everyday
My OG raising cane
She wanna get next to me
Talking bout she can ease the pain
She's insane
Bitch tryna get sex from me yo sex is weak girl
Clean ya game
Everyday they tryna test the weak they test the Gee
I raised the plane
Battling demons I then defeated I done seen major pain
We walk through major rain
Taking stains
Chasing change
Shit get messy
Don't press me
Shit get messy
Don't test me
That's my technique
Don't press me
On Wayne, give eem ice, stretch em
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be thumbing through these strips more strips all on my brain
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be thumbing through these strips more strips all on my brain
Test me
Baby shit get messy
Test me
On Wayne give eem ice stretch em
Don't test me
That's my technique
Don't press me
Baby, Ice, stretch eem
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Writer(s): Gary Watts
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