Pressa - Attachments [Remix]

[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)