Burna Bandz, Pressa - No Tomorrow lyrics

[Burna Bandz, Pressa - No Tomorrow lyrics]

La Gran Familia i gotta get it right
Uh get it right brick it's off-white
Pull up it's on sight
Told her eat it up, don't bite
Mmm, off-white

Riding through the city lights
I gotta get it right
Glock on my hip, fully auto
We livin' like no tomorrow
Plus my future bright
New brick it's off white
Pull up it's on sight
Told her eat it up, don't bite
She a freak I won't wipe it
Got demons, I gotta fight it
You won't ever sleep at night
Can't pitch 'em, I'm indecisive
My niggas 'round me, no license
Could've snake 'em but I'm righteous
Had a lil' bitch she a pisces
All hunneds cashed out, I ain't swipin'

Aye, uh now watch 'em fold
The plug, he hit my line
Say he need another loan

And I got money made
Couldn't be ten minutes late
If I hit 'em with the sauce
Better send 'em outer space
And I record myself
I give my engineer a break
There's millions on the table
It's just one phone call away
I keep ridin' dirty
Never learned to pick a berry
She's a bird like she Larry
In the pot like I'm Harry
Cookin' white like it's dirty
Spin 'em off like the ferry
Freddy Krueger it get scary
Bloody hands, bloody mary and, grrrrrrrrahhh
Watch me hit it and watch it fall
Police park in hood so we jumpin' on the car
Gotta scrap it
The cameras every single one on the wall
Talkin' cases with drugs

Riding through the city lights
I gotta get it right
Glock on my hip, fully auto
We livin' like no tomorrow
Plus my future bright
New brick it's off white
Pull up it's on sight
Told her eat it up, don't bite
She a freak I won't wipe it
Got demons, I gotta fight it
You won't ever sleep at night
Can't pitch 'em, I'm indecisive
My niggas 'round me, no license
Could've snake 'em but I'm righteous
Had a lil' bitch she a pisces
All hunneds cashed out, I ain't swipin'

And these bullets, they spread like virus
Yeah we sick like hepatitis
And she bad might still one night it
Plug hit my line, perfect timin'
Plug took it to Charlie friday
Too foreign to trap like Brian
In the field like Matt Ryan
We rap these niggas just rhymin'
Glock I'm on double G
I'm with TT or I'm with Weeg
Free GD 'til he free
If we playin', we playin' for keeps
And we rollin' SUV's got a fit on my SOD's
They is scared of triple beam
Cum shot, got what you need
And you know I got what you need
Youngins on the block in B
Pull up get 'em all deceased
Scare a nigga, called a priest
Get it for a smaller fee
Know the plug rock with me
And we leave it in the streets
Drop him like a pedigree so I got the recipe
Got these bitches sweatin' me
Haters, won't let them get to me
And see lemon squeeze
Bought these bullets so separately
In the streets like Sesame
Gettin' money it's never clean
Them shooters, they on green

Riding through the city lights
I gotta get it right
Glock on my hip, fully auto
We livin' like no tomorrow
Plus my future bright
New brick it's off white
Pull up it's on sight
Told her eat it up, don't bite
She a freak I won't wipe it
Got demons, I gotta fight it
You won't ever sleep at night
Can't pitch 'em, I'm indecisive
My niggas 'round me, no license
Could've snake 'em but I'm righteous
Had a lil' bitch she a pisces
All hunneds cashed out, I ain't swipin'

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