Pressa Attachments (feat. Taliban Glizzy)
[Chorus: Pressa]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my cuban chain she call me back
Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached
On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party he did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say free my niggas swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead
[Verse 1: Pressa]
Boy play with me, we got Glock's in Bnb's
And there's a difference from a robber and a thief
Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill shit he get geeked
I knew that nigga was dead
When he popped up on my feed
My opps they crippin' but lately they had to bleed
See, uh, that Glock on my lap not under the seat
Free my nigga he a nightmare he a dream
Hit the floor pray for my niggas for the mail they won't receive
They got my nigga behind the wall
And crodie kill so much shit
That he had to find the Lord
And murda, murda, murda
We broke more shit than the law
Lil' bitch I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause
On lil' bro, put them youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug if we can't get him to wrap his lil' bro
From the 6ix, but I got 36 all in the brick
My OG he so goofy he ain't know that I was here
[Chorus: Pressa]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my cuban chain she call me back
Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached
On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party he did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say free my niggas swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead
[Verse 2: Taliban Glizzy]
Thought he was a shooter till he got his ass shot
Ain't running out of money
Bitch we running out of opps
Just call the play for 10 thousand I spend that shit on Glock's
He spend 10 on this chain and should've saved it for a box
So I hopped out with that AR then knocked him out his socks
He called my phone laughing told me he watched that shit on Fox
And don't think 'cause I got money that the murder's gonna stop
I'm on the front line in the trenches with my opps
And stop and tell y'all that I put that on a code
My niggas down the road doing life without parole
That fake ass gangster image he portray it got exposed
When he went in front the judge and he told
[Chorus: Pressa]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my cuban chain she call me back
Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached
On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party he did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say free my niggas swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead