Why G, Pressa - NeatMachine ll lyrics
[Why G, Pressa - NeatMachine ll lyrics]
I think I popped two percs (percies)
But i'm still alert (i am)
Walk on your block and I lurk (lurk)
Red beam, I need a green latern (green)
Headshot, then I send you Satern (lah)
I find a bridge then I burn (burn)
I shoot this glizzy like Steve Kerr
This glizzy burn your hair like a perm
I'm off a perc so I talk with a slur
I'm thinkin' 36 mafia sippin' sizzurp
Walk up with a glizzy then I burst
Pop out the cut like a burp
I'm in the trap with the birds
I'm in the trap with my
Youngins 'cause they gotta learn
Bad bitch she sucked my dick
Said she from Malvern
Make the dope come back like a U turn
Take a bad boy but he just a gerb
Turn an opp to a herb pack
Turn an opp to a pack
935 and still can't lack
I be subliminal dissing the opps in my rap
Your gang should be called new era ya' cap
They call me press machine i put gas in it E
He remind me of a diffy
I make him drop to his knees
Head, head, head, head, head, headshot
I'm from the block, we shot a cop
I smokin' demi, it make me hot
It make me hot i put the G in the Glock
And I put the B in the block
And I put the C in the clock
Work, work, work, work, work
I put a snake in the box
Lions and tigers and bears
I ain't a typical nigga
My niggas trip off a trip
And a nigga said Jane's a jigga
A nigga said Jane's a jigga
I sit on lil niggas like Simba
Nineteen-eleven is kimber
I'm sauce i'm wauce i'm gang, i'ma lost
I still sing like frost
And she do lines like floss
Trap line never off
There's lines I never cross
But i'm still alert (i am)
Walk on your block and I lurk (lurk)
Red beam, I need a green latern (green)
Headshot, then I send you Satern (lah)
I find a bridge then I burn (burn)
I shoot this glizzy like Steve Kerr
This glizzy burn your hair like a perm
I'm off a perc so I talk with a slur
I'm thinkin' 36 mafia sippin' sizzurp
Walk up with a glizzy then I burst
Pop out the cut like a burp
I'm in the trap with the birds
I'm in the trap with my
Youngins 'cause they gotta learn
Bad bitch she sucked my dick
Said she from Malvern
Make the dope come back like a U turn
Take a bad boy but he just a gerb
Turn an opp to a herb pack
Turn an opp to a pack
935 and still can't lack
I be subliminal dissing the opps in my rap
Your gang should be called new era ya' cap
They call me press machine i put gas in it E
He remind me of a diffy
I make him drop to his knees
Head, head, head, head, head, headshot
I'm from the block, we shot a cop
I smokin' demi, it make me hot
It make me hot i put the G in the Glock
And I put the B in the block
And I put the C in the clock
Work, work, work, work, work
I put a snake in the box
Lions and tigers and bears
I ain't a typical nigga
My niggas trip off a trip
And a nigga said Jane's a jigga
A nigga said Jane's a jigga
I sit on lil niggas like Simba
Nineteen-eleven is kimber
I'm sauce i'm wauce i'm gang, i'ma lost
I still sing like frost
And she do lines like floss
Trap line never off
There's lines I never cross