Pressa - Wire lyrics

Niggas they ain't careful
Niggas on they own shit
They gone give they man up
They ain't even know it
And my phone is so tapped
I ain't even focused
I ain't gotta hear static on
My phone just to notice
I'm so scared of the wire

Watch what you be sayin'
All it takes is one false conversation
And, they gone hit you with a project
After that your man dead
Police killed my best friend, uh
Fifty year sentence shooter on the left end
I know youngins' that'll kill you but
They can't read a sentence
They gone smoke him, his family ventin'
Brand new fuckin' Rari but it's rented
But the Lambo straight cash
Got it straight off the trap
Feds on my phone please don't
Make them hear that

So I got a PGP ay, and free my triple OG
He got life for just a homi-scene
Bullets in his back and
Bullets in his arteries
They say we move like
The narcos, project Kryptic, project Marvel
I think I got them startled
20 racks up in these cargos
Free my bros, let em go i'm on the block
Sent the youngin' to the store
Rarri, rarri, or rosey rose
Be careful how you talk
There's third party on the phone