"Attachments (Remix) Lyrics"
Pressa Ft. Coi Leray Lyrics
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back
Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached
And see on dates, 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 cam
You see that could and couldn't shit, he want him dead
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 walk that shit just like a park
On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell 'em go
Wrap the plug if we can't get him to wrap his little bro
From the 6ix, but I got thirty-six all in the brick
My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was here
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back
Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached
And see on dates, 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 cam
You see that could and couldn't shit, he want him dead
Yeah, let's go
Uh, yeah
Fuck the fake
Me and my niggas great
We gon' get this cake
Don't give a fuck what they say
Pop bottles like bitch, we made it
On top, was a little bit of patience
I'm different, you bitches basic
Yeah, still can't believe that I made it
Go to war with you 'round me
And fuck whoever doubted me (Doubted 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 niggas make me sick, yeah
Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah
Everyday, bitch, we lit, go
Get it how you live
Watch us all get rich
Make these haters sick, uh
They won't believe it
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back
Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached
And see on dates, 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 (Let's go)
Say "Free my niggas", swing his knife all in the cam (Pressa)
You see that could and couldn't shit, he want him dead (Pressa)
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