歌手:Pressa
专辑:《Attachments》

作词 : Quinton Gardner/Brittany Collins/Nelson Ballard
作曲 : Quinton Gardner/Nelson Ballard
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached
And see on dates 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 want him dead
Boy play with me, we got Glock's 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 n**** 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 'em go
Wrap the plug if we can't get him to wrap his lil' 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
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached
And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch a** n****s 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 want him dead
Yeah, let's go
Uh, yeah
**** the fake
Me and my n****s great
We gon' get this cake
Don't be a fool what they say
pop bottles like *****, we made it
all it took was a little bit of patience
I'm different, you b****es basic
Yeah, still can't believe that I made it
Go to war with you 'round me
And **k a, ever thought of me
And grandma, grandma I know she proud of me, yeah
And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah
Broke n****s make me sick, yeah
Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah
Everyday we lit, yeah
Get it how you live
Watch us all get rich
Make these haters sick
They won't believe it
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached
And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch a** n****s 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 want him dead