Sada Baby, King Von - Pressin lyrics

(RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin') if you set trippin'
Why you in Chiraq on Lil' Steve?
He gon' take you to the
East to meet Skuba Steve, fuck
You mean? Put him on his fuckin' knees
Bust his head
Know I'm on a bunch of lean, huh
Bunch of red huh, huh, on Lil' Steve
On gang ayy, hold up

Deebo Lotti, he ain't got no bodies
Them boys ain't slidin'
He ain't 'bout it, he won't hurt nobody
Plus that boy ain't solid
You know I got it, make me up this chopper
Show you how we rocking
He see my beard, make that boy step back
Skuba ain't no Rocket
Jab step, make that nigga buckle
They gon' think we hooping
Got this Draco from my custo uncle
He don't even use it he done sold it to the
Right young nigga, you, know I'ma shoot it
Get to pressin' niggas
'timidatin' niggas with this music
Get to stretching niggas
'capitating niggas with this Uzi
You stuck your neck out for the wrong niggas
Now you 'bout to lose it
Now you half-dead, now you bleeding out
You losin' fluid
I got twin choppers, look like Bin Laden
They congruent if they send Sada
I'ma end oppers with this Ruger
You a cock-blocker, your bitch dick suckin'
How you do it? You be actin' out, you
Know them clips around, this ain't no movie
You a lame ass, broke
Plain dressing ass goofy
Still got on drip when I load my shit
I just bought a brick
I'm talking shit, I'm a walking lick
Still I'll off a bitch
I'm off them grit's and on Percocets
They say that don't mix but I'm legit
I'll plead the Fifth and shoot
You with the six

Load your strap, then put one up top
You know we gon' ride
Babe, ain't no cap, she know that I'm that
Look me in my eyes
Told him relax, we don't beef on wax
I'll see you outside
You showed your hand, you
Need to quit playin', we all know you lied
(Von)

Now be for real, you ain't tryna drill, boy
You ain't tryna kill
You off that pill, it got you actin' tough
But that ain't how you is
I'm that for real and I'm worth a
Mil' and still get on your heels
He live right where? Now I'm in
The car parked outside his crib
He got a pole, but that's just for show
I know he a ho he ain't gon' blow, bitch
I was tryna score when I was on parole
He got a pole, but that's just for show
I know he a ho he ain't gon' blow, bitch
I was tryna score when I was on parole
That boy a bitch, he shoot out the whip, nah
He ain't really slidin'
They always miss, just running they lips
That's why they keep on dyin'
Just hit they block, I'm
Talking twenty times, man
These niggas hiding i caught the play and
Now I'm throwing bullets
I'm thinking it's Madden
I got his lo', can't be moving slow
He right by the store
He got a fro with a Pelle coat
Plus he with a ho
He on his phone, once I'm on your ass, boy
You on your own
I get 'em gone, it happened so fast
All he heard was boom
I'm from the WICC, I know
I'm the shit, bitch, get off my dick
I never miss, they think that I'm cheatin'
My gun got a glitch i mean a switch
I can shoot a brick and they still say I hit
I mean they hit
They caught that nigga Brick and
Hit him in his shit

Load your strap, then put one up top
You know we gon' ride
Babe, ain't no cap, she know that I'm that
Look me in my eyes
Told him relax, we don't beef on wax
I'll see you outside
You showed your hand, you
Need to quit playin', we all know you lied
Load your strap, then put one up top
You know we gon' ride
Babe, ain't no cap, she know that I'm that
Look me in my eyes
Told him relax, we don't beef on wax
I'll see you outside
You showed your hand, you need to quit
Playin', we all know you lied, hmm