Pressa - Blackberry Zap lyrics

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Pressa - Blackberry Zap lyrics

[Intro] Uh, Press [Chorus: Pressa] Ride around the city strapped He gone, ain't coming back My diamonds going ham My plug BlackBerry zap Real ni**a, straight out the street Backwoods and Hennessy Strip club in AOD Ride around in AMG Like Heavenly Father (Father), real ni**as, they honored (Honored) My b*tch she bad, bad, bad, I don't wear no condom (Don't wear no condom) My b*tch got pretty, pretty legs just like Madonna (Just like Madonna) My plug, he very well connected just like Rogers You need bricks? Then ni**a, holla (Holla, holla) [Verse 1: Jackboy] If you need bricks, ni**as, just holla Just make sure you got every dollar When you come, ni**a, better come proper I got Dior all over my collar I got bodies all over my choppa I'm a shotta, smoke a ni**a head like a Rasta Y'all could die tryna be gangsta Playin' with gang, we stank ya Put an opp on the news, make him famous (Wet) fu*k the police, can't tame us Got the bread, but it still ain't change us I pour codeine in my Fanta Blowin' on gas, no manners Took a trip down to 'Bama Came back with a sack like Santa Fifty K in my denim Bought a Lamb', you rent 'em My dawg a killer, I sent him Hit your block and we spin 'em Spot an opp and we hit him Doin' whatever to get him Spray up whoever there wit' him Now they label me a villain Don't give no fu*ks, b*tch, I am winnin' Forgive me, Lord, I'm still sinnin' Still tryna dodge prison Rather be free livin' [Chorus: Pressa] Ride around the city strapped He gone, ain't coming back My diamonds going ham My plug BlackBerry zap Real ni**a, straight out the street Backwoods and Hennessy Strip club in AOD Ride around in AMG Like Heavenly Father (Father), real ni**as, they honored (Honored) My b*tch she bad, bad, bad, I don't wear no condom (Don't wear no condom) My b*tch got pretty, pretty legs just like Madonna (Just like Madonna) My plug, he very well connected just like Rogers You need bricks? Then ni**a, holla (ni**a, holla, holla) [Verse 2: Pressa] These ni**as ain't change (Change) Click, click, pow, ah Get 'em out the way Big 40 Glock, little b*tch, no gauge (Gauge) My ni**a go ape (Ape) Swing it around on 'em No regular bae (Woah) Ain't nothin' to play with Put my name on a bracelet (Yeah) If I die today Real ni**a, I aced it (Uh) Run it up, no break (Break) All talent and greatness, uh She ran away To live lavish and famous, uh Five K 'fit, lil' ma Watch my head, lil' bruh I watch money and not a b*tch, I'm the type to get a brick gone Hunnid K from zero (Zero) How much ni**as we slid on? My bae, she give brain, give brain like moron [Chorus: Pressa] Ride around the city strapped He gone, ain't coming back My diamonds going ham My plug BlackBerry zap Real ni**a, straight out the street Backwoods and Hennessy Strip club in AOD Ride around in AMG Like Heavenly Father (Father), real ni**as, they honored (Honored) My b*tch she bad, bad, bad, I don't wear no condom (Don't wear no condom) My b*tch got pretty, pretty legs just like Madonna (Just like Madonna) My plug, he very well connected just like Rogers You need bricks? Then ni**a, holla (ni**a, holla)