Pressa - .357 lyrics
[Pressa - .357 lyrics]
Yo Wondu you make this beat? Damn
Ya man it's your boy Press Machine man
And a lot of these niggas
In the city can't do
What they want man you know what I mean?
But, you know what I mean? I live by
Shit like that's my code my code
Know what I mean? I do what the
Fuck I want in these streets man
Fucking say what the fuck I want
You can't tell me shit motherfucker
Yo bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell
And I had to get this money
'cause I heard it too surreal
Then at the label all alone
Trying to orchestrate a deal
We was riding past the block we hit
The brakes he had to bail
And I come from the field leave
A nigga by the hill
And the trappers that got high
We was aiming outer space
Smokin' strain, you insane
I ain't feeling on the girl
If he ever try to share it
With a nigga he get killed
I come from the trap house
My druggy named Tom
I'm a wizard with this 357 it's a wand
And Pressa get it gone like a Mexican Don
Hit a nigga broad day he was dead by the dawn
In the night get it early
Yeah mommy used to worry
We was coolin on his block
With the same Dirty Harry
It's 350 long and a 357
We was riding on the block
And my name ring already
I was cooking up confetti
We got 16 in his belly
We put 6 up in his belly
Yeah don't get me wrong
We put 16 in the semi
And my niggas they so deadly
If them niggas circle 'round we
Gone get em gone we riding right or wrong
And ask em what they on
And do the right thing like he get a billion
We focus Adderall and this a Gucci scarf
And free my nigga Jimmy
And Smiley don't even smile no more
I come from the town morgue
But I don't mind nor'
My life a movie but nigga need to film more
My opps they super super shaky
Need to kill more
These niggas broke up in these streets
So then what's the trap for
I was trapping up north
And still trying go north
I knew if niggas want more
Notes then druggies pay more
And the system tie you
Up like extension cords
You make his flight board, homicide
Bullets to the back make a pussy nigga yell
And I had to get this money
'cause I heard it too surreal
Then at the label all alone
Trying to orchestrate a deal
We was riding past the block we hit
The brakes he had to bail
And I come from the field leave
A nigga by the hill
And the trappers that got high
We was aiming outer space
Smokin' strain, you insane
I ain't feeling on the girl
If he ever try to share it
With a nigga he get killed
I'd keep a drill witcha
My niggas deal witcha
We blow off his whole Mitchell
No Mitchell Ness
And my niggas got birds like the bird nest
And I was on the BMX with my TEC
And it's that Gucci linen
We put some shells up in you
This nigga from Manila
My shooter come and get you
And fuck all them niggas
Praying on my downfall
And this that Wass Gang ya the outlaw
And we the Men in Black
These bullets for his back
Fucking with recipes fuck up the whole lab
And we was Gucci down
Look like we Dapper Dan
And my niggas get you guns
Take you to Wonderland
We selling bricks and need to lay low
And ask the lil nigga what
He bring to the table
And if you niggas ain't bringing to the table
Niggas connected like the cable
One shot leave a nigga fatal
Bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell
And I had to get this money
'cause I heard too surreal
Then at the label all alone
Trying to orchestrate a deal
We was riding past the block we hit
The brakes he had to bail
And I come from the field leave
A nigga by the hill
And these trappers that got high
We was aiming outer space
Smoke the strain, you insane
I ain't feeling on the girl
If he ever try to share it
With a nigga he get killed
Yeah, you know how we rocking man
It's your boy Press Machine
Man ain't nobody go harder than
Me in my city, you feel me?
You feel me, you know what I mean?
We come from the trenches and a
Lot of niggas rapping about
Trenches, and I don't know if
It make them feel good, but
It feel good when it's our side
Having fun on your block
You know what I mean? When we
Was fucking running from shit
You know what I mean, running from the
Cops and shit, chasing the opp
And 'Skrt'-ing with no license
Plate and all that i'd sell shit
Trying make a living for our family and
You know what I mean? It's
Your boy Press Machine man
We just trying to get it
Major successful and shit
Ya man it's your boy Press Machine man
And a lot of these niggas
In the city can't do
What they want man you know what I mean?
But, you know what I mean? I live by
Shit like that's my code my code
Know what I mean? I do what the
Fuck I want in these streets man
Fucking say what the fuck I want
You can't tell me shit motherfucker
Yo bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell
And I had to get this money
'cause I heard it too surreal
Then at the label all alone
Trying to orchestrate a deal
We was riding past the block we hit
The brakes he had to bail
And I come from the field leave
A nigga by the hill
And the trappers that got high
We was aiming outer space
Smokin' strain, you insane
I ain't feeling on the girl
If he ever try to share it
With a nigga he get killed
I come from the trap house
My druggy named Tom
I'm a wizard with this 357 it's a wand
And Pressa get it gone like a Mexican Don
Hit a nigga broad day he was dead by the dawn
In the night get it early
Yeah mommy used to worry
We was coolin on his block
With the same Dirty Harry
It's 350 long and a 357
We was riding on the block
And my name ring already
I was cooking up confetti
We got 16 in his belly
We put 6 up in his belly
Yeah don't get me wrong
We put 16 in the semi
And my niggas they so deadly
If them niggas circle 'round we
Gone get em gone we riding right or wrong
And ask em what they on
And do the right thing like he get a billion
We focus Adderall and this a Gucci scarf
And free my nigga Jimmy
And Smiley don't even smile no more
I come from the town morgue
But I don't mind nor'
My life a movie but nigga need to film more
My opps they super super shaky
Need to kill more
These niggas broke up in these streets
So then what's the trap for
I was trapping up north
And still trying go north
I knew if niggas want more
Notes then druggies pay more
And the system tie you
Up like extension cords
You make his flight board, homicide
Bullets to the back make a pussy nigga yell
And I had to get this money
'cause I heard it too surreal
Then at the label all alone
Trying to orchestrate a deal
We was riding past the block we hit
The brakes he had to bail
And I come from the field leave
A nigga by the hill
And the trappers that got high
We was aiming outer space
Smokin' strain, you insane
I ain't feeling on the girl
If he ever try to share it
With a nigga he get killed
I'd keep a drill witcha
My niggas deal witcha
We blow off his whole Mitchell
No Mitchell Ness
And my niggas got birds like the bird nest
And I was on the BMX with my TEC
And it's that Gucci linen
We put some shells up in you
This nigga from Manila
My shooter come and get you
And fuck all them niggas
Praying on my downfall
And this that Wass Gang ya the outlaw
And we the Men in Black
These bullets for his back
Fucking with recipes fuck up the whole lab
And we was Gucci down
Look like we Dapper Dan
And my niggas get you guns
Take you to Wonderland
We selling bricks and need to lay low
And ask the lil nigga what
He bring to the table
And if you niggas ain't bringing to the table
Niggas connected like the cable
One shot leave a nigga fatal
Bullet to the back make a pussy nigga yell
And I had to get this money
'cause I heard too surreal
Then at the label all alone
Trying to orchestrate a deal
We was riding past the block we hit
The brakes he had to bail
And I come from the field leave
A nigga by the hill
And these trappers that got high
We was aiming outer space
Smoke the strain, you insane
I ain't feeling on the girl
If he ever try to share it
With a nigga he get killed
Yeah, you know how we rocking man
It's your boy Press Machine
Man ain't nobody go harder than
Me in my city, you feel me?
You feel me, you know what I mean?
We come from the trenches and a
Lot of niggas rapping about
Trenches, and I don't know if
It make them feel good, but
It feel good when it's our side
Having fun on your block
You know what I mean? When we
Was fucking running from shit
You know what I mean, running from the
Cops and shit, chasing the opp
And 'Skrt'-ing with no license
Plate and all that i'd sell shit
Trying make a living for our family and
You know what I mean? It's
Your boy Press Machine man
We just trying to get it
Major successful and shit