歌手:Pressa
专辑:《Gardner Express (Deluxe)》

作词 : Presssa
作曲 : Taz Taylor Beats LLC/Boy Band/JR Hitmaker
Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in ya face
His biggest record ain't even better than my—
Uh, yeah, Press Machine
(boyband)
Yeah
Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face
His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways
I sell a record but I could really sell anything
Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin'
Bullets riddlin', shit ho,t yeah, it's crazy
Bullets riddlin', bullets hot, yeah, they blazin'
Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him
They used to call me Rico now I'm servin' crack to Jason
Whoa
I'm with the gang and all I know is **** the rest
I know niggas catch a body like its somethin' off their chest
I know niggas servin' junkies, now he walkin' off the edge
It's so hard to click over when my niggas call collect
They keep cuttin' out the threeway
Question him for three days
Homicides get beat, aye
They promise he ain't leavin'
Lawyer with no briefcase
And he walk out the station
Smilin' like a demon
Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face
His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways
I sell a record but I could really sell anything
Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin'
Bullets riddlin', shit hot yeah it's crazy
Bullets riddlin', bullets hot yeah they blazin'
Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him
They used to call me Rico now I'm servin' crack to Jason
Whoa
I wanna live good
If I don't know the business then I go read the book
My nigga, yeah, he stuck ain't no leavin' the hood
Condo next to the hood
I drop a hit now I'm ready to book (Whoa)
You see I'm sick, I got a Wassa disease (Whoa)
He get shot and now he washed and deceased (Whoa)
W, so we double the V (Whoa)
Homicide, this ain't regular D's (Whoa)
I came off of thirty-six O's
You see, the police tryna hang me with ropes
I went to hunnid from O
I met some niggas that play wit' their nose
I got some dawgs but don't play wit' a bone
Yeah you know how it go
Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face
His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways
I sell a record but I could really sell anything
Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin'
Bullets riddlin', shit hot yeah it's crazy
Bullets riddlin', bullets hot yeah they blazin'
Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him
They used to call me Rico now I'm servin' crack to Jason
Whoa