Attachments – Pressa lyrics

Lyrics Attachments – Pressa

Attachments lyrics
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 bitch ass niggas 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 niggas”, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn’t shake, he want him dead

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Boy play with me, we got Glock’s in BnB’s
And there’s a difference from a robber and a thief
Taliban ain’t do no drugs
but when he kill shit he get geeked
I knew that nigga 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 nigga, he a nightmare, he a dream
Hit the floor, pray for my niggas, for the mail they won’t
receive
They got my nigga behind the wall
And crodie kill so much shit that he had to find Allah
And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law
Lil’ bitch, I hit that beat and watch that shit 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 to 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 bitch ass niggas 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 niggas”, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn’t shake, he want him dead

[Verse 2: Taliban Glizzy]
Thought he was a shooter till he got his ass shot
Ain’t running out of money
Bitch, we running out of opps
Just call the play for 10 thousand
I spend that shit on Glocks
He spend 10 on this chain
and should’ve saved it for a box
So I hopped out with that ARP
and knocked him out his socks
He called my phone laughing,
told me “watch that shit on Fox”
They thought ’cause
I got money that the murder’s gonna stop
I’m on the front line in the trenches with my OX
Ain’t stoppin’ ’til they all dead,
I put that on the code
My niggas down the road doing life without parole
That fake ass gangster image he portray got exposed
When he went in front the judge and he told

[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 bitch ass niggas 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 niggas”, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn’t shake, he want him deaddd

Attachments – Pressa lyrics
Attachments - Pressa
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