[Pressa]
Yeah, only thing I knew was that revenge is a promise, man
(EMRLD)
Could of did that shit three years ago, three days ago
Thirty years ago, nigga, shit gon' catch up on you
[Pressa]
I was in the jungle
But someone put me where the city at, we spin around
And go from block to block in city cabs, I know I'll make it
But realize that half my city cap, must be crazy
If niggas catch me lacking I'll be damned, keep it going
See I've been setting bars they couldn't beat, it get annoying
The real don't give a fuck, please don't ask me how I'm scoring
See I can't turn my back on my nigga who dodging warrant
This that love and loyalty, see this shit be so important
[Pressa]
Free 47
I only fuck with glizzy's, .23's and .27's
I was in the trap serving junkies, serving Kevin
Might not know me now, but where I'm from see I'm a legend
Police on my back, I hit the gas just like the Chevron
Bitch, I hit a left, hit a right, then hit the exit
AMG Benz flying through the intersection
I ain't have shit in the trap, only had Netflix
Bitch they call me Pressa, so she tried to impress me
Police want me locked up, but first they gotta catch me
Smoking with a gun, so we took him on a high speed
Wassi he go crazy with a gun, off molly
Nigga gon' be dead if a nigga try to try me
Bitch gon' end up dead if she ever try to line me
Bullets rip his face, I ain't fighting like Miyagi
Bitch we start a storm in the pot, real Tsunami
[Bandokay]
Its just a .38 cah if the Opps come, we gotta shell back
Pretty little bitch, I put my gun in her Chanel bag
I got love for the guys, I see the ones that didn't help man
Double R cream seats, she wanna fuck, I tell her fuck me in the back then
Two pistols, one brown and one black skeng
I like spinners, I like Glock 9's, I really want a Mac-10
My nigga got life cos on he's knife he just splashed 10 (Free him)
And I like nina's with gold bells
And she a jezzie so I fuck her in the hotel
A nigga died, he got fried, I said "Oh well"
My pistols nearby, I can't lack up in this cold world
My YG's charged up, they're tryna go L, that's tat for tat
Two shotguns, they both blast off back to back
And you ain't like that so how you hit the booth and rap your cap
Shawty talk loads, she love to chat and chat
My nigga caught a body all for the gang
[Pressa]
I was in the jungle
But someone put me where the city at, we spin around
And go from block to block in city cabs, I know I'll make it
But realize that half my city cap, must be crazy
If niggas catch me lacking I'll be damned, keep it going
See I've been setting bars they couldn't beat, it get annoying
The real don't give a fuck, please don't ask me how I'm scoring
See I can't turn my back on my nigga who dodging warrant
This that love and loyalty, see this shit be so important
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