Pressa - Ouija Board lyrics

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Pressa - Ouija Board lyrics

[Intro: Pressa & Young Adz] Press, yeah Hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a ouija board Ski, ski, ski [Chorus: Young Adz] I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a ouija board Says she never been Dior Pull up in somethin' she ain't seen before Real ni**as don't need the law Why the fu*k would I keep her for? I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a Ouija board [Post-Chorus: Pressa] I need a new bag, fill up the bag Feds on the way ready to trap (Yeah) He got nobody but he saying slatt (Slatt) Hit up his block, hit up his cap (Yeah) Gucci the shoes, Gucci the sweats Gucci the swеater, and Gucci the hat (Swag) Lil' ni**a gun in the class (Class) I told my еngineer yo' bring it back (Back, uh) [Verse 1: Pressa, Young Adz & Dirtbike LB] She can't feel her face soon as this pill kick in My junkie complaining 'bout the traffic he got four children (Traffic) I still serve the junkie and the old woman (The lady) One toke out the pipe and give him autism (Ski, ski) I be with it Put it in the Pyrex, can't see it Chef 29 like I gotta be the best Mom said that the lean gon' be my death I got Chanaynay for my main bae Lean and perc' on the same day Baby girl, I ain't feeling the same New AP and I'm still late [Chorus: Young Adz] I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a ouija board Says she never been Dior Pull up in somethin' she ain't seen before Real ni**as don't need the law Why the fu*k would I keep her for? I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a Ouija board [Post-Chorus: Pressa] I need a new bag, fill up the bag Feds on the way ready to trap (Yeah) He got nobody but he saying slatt (Slatt) Hit up his block, hit up his cap (Yeah) Gucci the shoes, Gucci the sweats Gucci the sweater, and Gucci the hat (Swag) Lil' ni**a gun in the class (Class) I told my engineer yo' bring it back (Back, uh) [Verse 2: Young Adz] She said, "Oh, so you're from London? You like tea and crumpets?" Where I'm from real bad man (Yeah), real fu*kin' gunman Checking the crack, I turn on the tap, I whip up a batch, the magic went poof (Ski, ski, ski) Come hit my trap and ask all the cats if it was all cap, they'll tell you the truth (Ski, ski, ski) [Bridge: Pressa] Ask about my traps get like Ouija boards I come from freezing foes Hit your block like Theodore Bad b*tch like Rita Ora My shoes Christian Dior I got what she looking for The trap still boomin' north [Verse 3: Dirtbike LB] My trap's moving all alone like a Ouija board Every time I pull up, don't you know I need you more You look good in Dior, that's what I bought it for I done spent another mortgage on my Audemar [Chorus: Young Adz] I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a ouija board Says she never been Dior Pull up in somethin' she ain't seen before Real ni**as don't need the law Why the fu*k would I keep her for? I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes Bando scary like a Ouija board [Post-Chorus: Pressa] I need a new bag, fill up the bag Feds on the way ready to trap (Yeah) He got nobody but he saying slatt (Slatt) Hit up his block, hit up his cap (Yeah) Gucci the shoes, Gucci the sweats Gucci the sweater, and Gucci the hat (Swag) Lil' ni**a gun in the class (Class) I told my engineer yo' bring it back (Back, uh)