Pressa - 50 Wass Bars lyrics

Uh my lolo goin' crazy
Started cursing in Tagalog if me or not bro
Who the greatest in Toronto?
If me or not bro, who the greatest in?
Uh (Press)

How much times I did shit and
Never watched it come back?
I got love for these niggas
Same love they never had
See, crodie, he a hitter
Think they made him in the lab
The homies locked up
What you doin' for the gang?
Couple thousand here and there
But a nigga alright couple hunnid
You probably owe the nigga your whole life
Shit be nothing
Say you liked my song, couldn't bump it
(Bump it)
Bricks for thirty-three and then I upped it
(Trap) he paid thirty-four
Thank God I made a nickel out of four
Thank God I never went like Richie Porter
This shit too wavy, need a board (Board)
The yacht too crazy, need a tour (Tour)
The water ain't even blue up
In the North like this (Blue like this)
I fell asleep, wide awake, uh (Wake)
I need a mansion on the hills
With a Drac' by the gate, bruh
I send my addy 'cause baby, I
Got guns in my place, girl
(Huh)
Brand-new foreign but a nigga need rims
(Rims) they say you gotta lose and keep
On losin' 'til you win (Win)
They say you gotta hating
And keep on hatin' 'til you hit
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it's a myth
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it's a myth
Did it all for a Rollie
I figured it's a risk
It's 'bout four in the morning, but fuck it
Need a nick (Nick)
We'll ball all night just like
It's Above The Rim they say never count your
Eggs before they hatch (No)
Block boy crazy, talkin', "Grab my Cadillac"
Boy, you got a problem then
Go and get your gat (Nina)
'Cause I ain't fightin' niggas unless
I'm fightin' in the can
But, boy you'll get stabbed
They click-clack pow then it's boom (Boom)
These rap niggas won't do what I'd do (No)
And niggas tried to rob me in LA

Lil' crodie got a body, need two (Two)
You see, baby girl fuckin' with the Wass
(Wass) she like the way we walk
(Walk) , she fuckin' with the bottle (Bottle)
She say she a angel but
She hang around with thots
All that money that he be gettin'
Never took you to the mall? (Mall)
Got me in the city goin' crazy, ridin' dirty
(Dirty) try runnin' off on me
You gon' die by the birdie (Brr)
They gon' need six motherfuckers
To go bury you (Bury)
They know Press Machine like
The Mercedes coupe (yeah)
And my junior sing like Ali
'Member as a little boy
Nigga never wanna read
But when I went to jail I
Read a book like every week
Now I get it in the mail
Watch me break it in the street (Boom)
Uh, the trap is boomin', I barely have space
The junkie I'm servin', the others gotta wait
(Uh) in the trap, servin' Scott
With a brick on 88th
If mama hear this record
She gon' say a nigga baked
If it ain't me or bro
Who the greatest in Toronto? (Uh)
Lolo goin' crazy, started cursing in Tagalog
Trench baby, grew up with no aabo (Uh)
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
(Model)

Niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
If fiends goin' crazy then
We goin' fully auto