Pressa - Wa**i Callin’ lyrics

(Money Music) Every night I hear Wa**i callin’ x4 Press machine Ugh ugh Pressa got me fellin’ like the city mine And n***as ridin’ dick just for a co-sign They ain’t never shoot a n***a much less really grind I’m my own boss Work on my own time And n***as hating’ on my baby notice it And your crush she the reason why I’m tappin’ it n***as wanna shoot me but they figiting And all that side talk I feel like pulling’ it n***as in my city they ain’t do a lot They gon’ claim a body another n***a caught Flexin’ on the gram wit another n***as watch I learn to get this money stash it till it rot What happened to the thrill all my n***as lost It costs to be a boss so n***a whatchu got And I be sellin’ sh** way more than Amazon And my b**h catch a body like she Remy Ma They be lyin’ just to know who we really are We went from shootin’ at the cops for running from the north Life in the shopping cart I’m in the k**a car If he ain’t BFR Then tell him be a far Can’t afford this name [?] I love to read these n***a do my home work They took my bro Wa** lost my composure And every dream I dream of him I feel i’m closer And n***as they so normal they so typical I love to chip a brick and tell my wrist to cool I been stuntin’ on these n***as like I’m stone cold And that kick out the fifth felt like a field goal Money like BMO Flyer than UFOs And they say I’m to was Wa**i for the radio And ain’t no better way than learnin’ on your own And cops keep tellin’ [?] not to book my show f** this rap sh** I used to rap sh** Reply to a diss song I find it pointless Book your appointment It get annoying 30 shots so much bullets you couldn’t aviod it Soon as the December hit The getting ricoish Catch it marvel kid They find it marvelous Black mask, black gloves, black Timberlands And this one gon’ scar permanent She f** with savages That got no milage And all she wanna do is be my stylist I made a hunnid G’s of LG And I live by the courts like I’m LG I been runnin’ up the sh** but no athlete I live by the court like I’m LG I been runnin’ up the sh** but no athlete And I got the fifth on my number 30 I been ballin’ on these n***as [?] I just blew 50K on my lawyer Shordy in LA might employ her But Pressa couldn’t even cross the border Pressa Armorni T-shirt Givenchy Lately been busy Whipped up a whole key Tryna stay lowkey Smoking’ your homies (Deadmi Deadmi Deadmi Deadmihana) This game it got slapped like Nintendo n***as want respect with no credentials And I stay with the stick like a old folk She got hot now I’m switchin’ up my rental