Pressa - Attachments lyrics
[Pressa - Attachments lyrics]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain
She called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist
She got attached
And COD, you 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, it couldn't shake
He want him dead
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 right 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 Allah
And murder, murder, murder
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 'em youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him
Wrap his little 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
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain
She called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist
She got attached
And COD, you 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, it couldn't shake
He want him dead
Huh, thought he was a shooter 'til
He got his ass shot
Ain't running out of money
Bitch, we running out of opps
Just caught a play for ten-thousand
I spent that shit on Glocks
He spent ten on this chain
He should've saved it for a box
So, I hopped out with that ARP
And knocked him out his socks
He called my phone, laughing, told me
"Watch that shit on Fox"
They thought 'cause I got money
That the murder's gon' stop, nah
I'm on that front line in
The trenches with my akhs
Ain't stoppin' 'til they all dead
I put that on the code
My niggas down the road
Doing life without parole
That fake ass gangster image
He portray got exposed
When he went in front the judge and he told
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain
She called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist
She got attached
And COD, you 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, it couldn't shake
He want him dead
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain
She called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist
She got attached
And COD, you 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, it couldn't shake
He want him dead
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 right 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 Allah
And murder, murder, murder
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 'em youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him
Wrap his little 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
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain
She called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist
She got attached
And COD, you 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, it couldn't shake
He want him dead
Huh, thought he was a shooter 'til
He got his ass shot
Ain't running out of money
Bitch, we running out of opps
Just caught a play for ten-thousand
I spent that shit on Glocks
He spent ten on this chain
He should've saved it for a box
So, I hopped out with that ARP
And knocked him out his socks
He called my phone, laughing, told me
"Watch that shit on Fox"
They thought 'cause I got money
That the murder's gon' stop, nah
I'm on that front line in
The trenches with my akhs
Ain't stoppin' 'til they all dead
I put that on the code
My niggas down the road
Doing life without parole
That fake ass gangster image
He portray got exposed
When he went in front the judge and he told
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain
She called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist
She got attached
And COD, you 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, it couldn't shake
He want him dead