Pressa, Burna Bandz - Going Thru It lyrics
[Pressa, Burna Bandz - Going Thru It lyrics]
Had to go and do some shit
Uh, had to go and do some dirt (Do some dirt)
Had to get it out the dirt
(Straight out the mud)
Hope for the best, prepare for worst
You know the family come first (Family first)
I need that bag, even if it hurts
(Even if it hurts)
It's drama time, it’s time to get to work
You know I'm ridin' passenger (Skrrt)
Jump up, put a nigga in the hearse
(Straight in the hearse)
Yellow tape, my wassas on the lurk
We makin’ sales like the clerk
What you need, we got it over here
(We got it here)
And I don't want that shit if it ain't rare
We in traffic, pulled up
Got some killers in the Sprinter van
(Shooters in the)
Fuckin' ho's, they just be a fan of the gang
I've been on the road, I've been
In and out the cities, yeah
(yeah)
I'm on the go, got a goal standin’ in my path
(Got a goal)
Snub nose 38, spinnin’, blow away
(Spend it all) get that bag and separate
From the fuckin' fake (Separation)
They wanna see me shake, every move I make
(Every move I make)
I’m in LA with Pressa, Tory
We pourin' Ace of Spades
(Pourin' Ace of Spades)
Tryna stay focused like my nigga Herbo say
(Like Herbo say)
Hocus Pocus, get him gone out the way
(Get him out the way)
30's loaded, shooters ain’t gon' hesitate
(Ain't gon' hesitate)
I'm in motion, tryna flip all this weight
(Flip all this weight) niggas jokin'
They don't mean a word they say
(Not a word they say, Press) they're broke
Man them niggas ain't gettin' paid
(yeah, racks) every day I chase a play
I need that shit today (Press)
Tryna get it
Gotta get it at the quickest rate
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, money keep on comin' in differently
I got it in with Tom
And his wife named Tiffany (Check)
I ain't even breakin' down the enemy
(My enemies, yeah)
I keep it on me out in Europe
'cause this gun made in Germany (Overseas)
Hollows in this 30
You ain't makin' it through surgery
(Surgery) i be out in Van'
Might catch me out in Burnaby (Burnaby)
Pressa, I get hot when they try
And hide respect for me
Ain't no eliminatin' me
Eliminate your enemies (yeah)
Kush and alcohol in my system
Tell me what you live for
He came back, then why you make him live for?
Money make these niggas 'blivious
To the fact that
They could still lose their life to streets
So (Goofy)
So this gun leave a print in my hipbone
(Hipbone) you know I got you on the drill
I'll watch your head cro (My dawg)
I got the opps super scared on they tip-toes
(Tip)
And my Wassa leave a nigga in the funeral
(Who)
And we so sav' (Sav') , I need a bag (Bag)
If the streets gettin' hot, we take a cab
(Taxi) i do a dance just for the cam (Huh)
But nothin' ain't sweet behind the camera
And they gon' lie like the crooked pastor
(Uh)
Broke bed casket with this ladder (Dirty)
Nothin' in this world that really matters
(yeah) so Iima put mind over matter
13, kept a lil' 38 (Ayy)
And we was in school when
The opps gun was fake (Ayy)
And now I'm lookin' back, man
These niggas really waste (Waste)
Life, it ain't no joke when
You goin' to the grave (yeah)
And talkin' to God
Just hope he could hear me
Niggas, they bitch
Ain't nothin' bitch 'round here (yeah)
And money make you go
But money make him 'pear
And money make him disappear
And then he reappear (yeah, huh)
Uh, had to go and do some dirt (Do some dirt)
Had to get it out the dirt
(Straight out the mud)
Hope for the best, prepare for worst
You know the family come first (Family first)
I need that bag, even if it hurts
(Even if it hurts)
It's drama time, it’s time to get to work
You know I'm ridin' passenger (Skrrt)
Jump up, put a nigga in the hearse
(Straight in the hearse)
Yellow tape, my wassas on the lurk
We makin’ sales like the clerk
What you need, we got it over here
(We got it here)
And I don't want that shit if it ain't rare
We in traffic, pulled up
Got some killers in the Sprinter van
(Shooters in the)
Fuckin' ho's, they just be a fan of the gang
I've been on the road, I've been
In and out the cities, yeah
(yeah)
I'm on the go, got a goal standin’ in my path
(Got a goal)
Snub nose 38, spinnin’, blow away
(Spend it all) get that bag and separate
From the fuckin' fake (Separation)
They wanna see me shake, every move I make
(Every move I make)
I’m in LA with Pressa, Tory
We pourin' Ace of Spades
(Pourin' Ace of Spades)
Tryna stay focused like my nigga Herbo say
(Like Herbo say)
Hocus Pocus, get him gone out the way
(Get him out the way)
30's loaded, shooters ain’t gon' hesitate
(Ain't gon' hesitate)
I'm in motion, tryna flip all this weight
(Flip all this weight) niggas jokin'
They don't mean a word they say
(Not a word they say, Press) they're broke
Man them niggas ain't gettin' paid
(yeah, racks) every day I chase a play
I need that shit today (Press)
Tryna get it
Gotta get it at the quickest rate
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, money keep on comin' in differently
I got it in with Tom
And his wife named Tiffany (Check)
I ain't even breakin' down the enemy
(My enemies, yeah)
I keep it on me out in Europe
'cause this gun made in Germany (Overseas)
Hollows in this 30
You ain't makin' it through surgery
(Surgery) i be out in Van'
Might catch me out in Burnaby (Burnaby)
Pressa, I get hot when they try
And hide respect for me
Ain't no eliminatin' me
Eliminate your enemies (yeah)
Kush and alcohol in my system
Tell me what you live for
He came back, then why you make him live for?
Money make these niggas 'blivious
To the fact that
They could still lose their life to streets
So (Goofy)
So this gun leave a print in my hipbone
(Hipbone) you know I got you on the drill
I'll watch your head cro (My dawg)
I got the opps super scared on they tip-toes
(Tip)
And my Wassa leave a nigga in the funeral
(Who)
And we so sav' (Sav') , I need a bag (Bag)
If the streets gettin' hot, we take a cab
(Taxi) i do a dance just for the cam (Huh)
But nothin' ain't sweet behind the camera
And they gon' lie like the crooked pastor
(Uh)
Broke bed casket with this ladder (Dirty)
Nothin' in this world that really matters
(yeah) so Iima put mind over matter
13, kept a lil' 38 (Ayy)
And we was in school when
The opps gun was fake (Ayy)
And now I'm lookin' back, man
These niggas really waste (Waste)
Life, it ain't no joke when
You goin' to the grave (yeah)
And talkin' to God
Just hope he could hear me
Niggas, they bitch
Ain't nothin' bitch 'round here (yeah)
And money make you go
But money make him 'pear
And money make him disappear
And then he reappear (yeah, huh)