Pressa - Attachments (Remix) lyrics

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Pressa - Attachments (Remix) lyrics

[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 b*tch ass ni**as 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 ni**as", 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 sh*t, he get geeked I knew that ni**a 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 ni**a, he a nightmare, he a dream Hit the floor, pray for my ni**as for the mail they won't receive They got my ni**a behind the wall And crodie kill so much sh*t that he had to find Allah And murder, murder, murder, we broke more sh*t than the law Lil' b*tch I hit that beat and watch that sh*t 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 b*tch ass ni**as 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 ni**as", 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, fu*k the fake Me and my ni**as great We gon' get this cake Don't give a fu*k what they say Pop bottles like b*tch, we made it All it took was a little bit of patience I'm different, your b*tch is basic Yeah, still can't believe that I made it Gotta watch who around me And fu*k 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 b*tches make me sick, yeah Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah Everyday, b*tch, 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 b*tch ass ni**as 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 ni**as", swing his knife all in the can (Pressa) You see that cut, he couldn’t shake, he wind up dead (Pressa)