Pressa - Wa**i Callin Intro lyrics

[Intro] (Money Music) Every night I hear Wa**i callin' x4 Press machine Ugh ugh [Verse] 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 me baby notice it And you're partially the reason why it's happening (bad b**h) n***as wanna shoot me but they fidgeting And all that side talk I feel like pulling' it n***as in my city they ain't do a lot (they do the most) They gon' claim a body another n***a caught (they fake) Flexin' on the gram wit another n***as wad I learn to get this money stash it till it rot What happened to the throne all my n***as lost It costs to be a boss so n***a whatchu got (whatchu sell?) 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 (nascar) Then tell him be a far Can't afford this name on my disclosure (I can't) I love to read these n***a do my home work (essay) They took my bro Wa** lost my composure (i lost it) And every dream I dream of him I feel i'm closer (i'm closer) And n***as they so normal they so typical (typical) I learned to chip a brick and turn my wrist to gold (a rollie) I been stuntin' on these n***as like I'm stone cold (stunna) And that kick out the fifth felt like a field goal (field goal) Money like BMO (BMO) Flyer than UFOs (i'm so fly) And they say I'm to was Wa**i for the radio (i'm too wa**) And ain't no better way than learnin' on your own And cops keep tellin' venues not to book my show (realsh**) f** this rap sh** I used to wrap sh** (wrap sh**) Reply to a diss song I find it pointless Book your appointment It get annoying 30 shots so much bullets you couldn't avoid it (can't, can't) Soon as the December hit The getting ricoish Project 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 (she don't) And all she wanna do is be my stylist (designer b**h) 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 (flip phone) I live by the court like I'm LG (courts gang) I been runnin' up the sh** but no athlete And I got the fifth on me number 30 I been ballin' on these n***as [?] I just blew 50K on my lawyer Shordy in LA might employ her (I might) But Pressa couldn't even cross the border (I can't) 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 (64) 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