WhyG - Press Machine lyrics

[Intro] Wa** gang (x3) Gold gliss You're already know man, it's your boy Whyg SOS BFR [Chorus] Press machine, he pressing keys Just like pianos, in the trap We cooking chickens, just like its nandos I got sunka, I got duga, I got buck-tees in my bando SOS that's the bros, they say we too hard to handle(x2) [Verse 1] Traphouse doing numbers, door knocking constantly Heard these n***as watching me, because i gotta watch on me I dare your a** to try me that's when you get Ah E Northside in the party we locking out the party And I ball like Kyle Lowery, And my glizzy half three fifty Seven half (?) Your girl gimmie brains she so smart G She lick my dick and she said it taste like smarties Pull up on his block in the GTR, I ran him down cause i don't know how to shoot from far, I kick the fifth and it look like a shooting star, how you say you know me , you don't know BFR Henny mix with lean, it put me at mars ,wa**y in the cut , man that's rated R and i slide the train or the street car, and the glizzy spits it studders just like a retard [Chorus] Press machine, He pressing keys Just like pianos, in the trap We cooking chickens, just like its nandos I got sunka, I got duga, I got buck-tees in my bando SOS that's the bros, they say we too hard to handle(x2)] [Verse2} All I really needed was some lean, all i really needed was some feens, fresh in the box glizzy 50 clips and red beams Guaranteed murder scene shout out my bro ske skeem Cause you know he ain't the skeem, masked up no Halloween I Just got a brick for free, tie him up take his sh** and shoot his a** up before i leave, Ain't tryna have a come back for me Got a couple bros gon k** whyg vanish yah you ain't here wa**i, wa**i got more bodies then natzi (?) he monopoly Feeling like Gucci 6 chains on me feeling like KD (?) on me I do henny skrt'd off like ricky bobby, I poke 4 holes in his back now he looks like a Ah E, You dont wanna see whyg on his grungy n***as nearly drop i (?) They say they getting money but it's really funny, you call yourself a trapper but you serve her Undies, my gun so dirty you'll think it's playing rugby , I put him in the ground just like he bugs bunny [Chorus] Press machine, He pressing keys Just like pianos, in the trap We cooking chickens, just like its nandos I got sunka, I got duga, I got buck-tees in my bando SOS that's the bros, they say we too hard to handle(x2)]