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[Chorus: Pressa] 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 On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back Sluggah got hit up in the party, 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, he couldn’t shake, he wind up dead [Verse 1: Pressa] Boy play with me, we got Glocks 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 hit [Chorus: Pressa] 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 On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back Sluggah got hit up in the party, 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, he couldn’t shake, he wind updead [Verse 2: Coi Leray] Yeah, let's go Yeah, fuck the fake Me and my niggas great We gon' get this cake Don't give a fuck what they say Pop bottles like bitch, we made it All it took was a little bit of patience I'm different, your bitch is basic Yeah, still can't believe that I made it Gotta watch who around me And fuck whoever doubted me (Looked down on me) My grandma gone, but I know she proud of me, yeah And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah (Let's go) Yeah, broke bitches make me sick, yeah Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah Everyday, bitch, we lit Gon' get it how you live Watch us all get rich Make these haters sick, uh They won't believe it [Chorus: Pressa & Coi Leray] 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 On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram (Let's go) Say "Free my niggas", swing his knife all in the can (Pressa) You see that cut, he couldn’t shake, he wind up dead (Pressa)
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