Attachments [Remix]
Pressa, Coi Leray
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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 And she on dick, she see this Glizzy got attachments For all these bitch ass niggas that try to circle back Slugga 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, and couldn't shake, he want 'em dead Boy play with me we got Glocks 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 say Crippin', but lately they have to bleed See, up that, Glock right on my lap not under the seat Free my nigga he a nightmare, he a dream Hit da floor, pray for my niggas for the mail they won't receive They got my nigga behind the wall And crodie killed 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 them youngins in the car and tell 'em go Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him wrap his lil' 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 hit 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 And she on dick, she see this Glizzy got attachments For all these bitch ass niggas that try to circle back Slugga 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, and couldn't shake, he want 'em dead Yeah, let's go Yeah, f*ck the fake Uh, me and my niggas are great (me and my niggas) Uh, we gon get this cake (we gon' get this) Uh, don't give a f*ck what they say Yeah, pop bottles like bitch we made it Uh, all it took was a little bit of patience I'm different, your bitch is basic (yeah) Still can't believe that I made it Gotta watch who around me (around me) And f*ck whoever doubted me (looked down on me) My grandma gone, but I know she proud of me, yeah (I know she proud of me) And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah Let's go F*ck boys they make me sick, yeah Gucci gone match this fit, yeah (this fit) Everyday bitch we lit (we lit) Gon' get it how you live (live) Watch us all get rich Uh, make these haters sick (ooh) 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 ice out on my wrist she got attached And she on dick, she see this Glizzy got attachments For all these bitch ass niggas that try to circle back Slugga 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 can (Pressa, Pressa) You see that cut, and couldn't shake, he want 'em dead (Pressa)
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Written by: Brittany Collins, Quinton Gardner
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