Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Thru It, artist - Pressa. Album song Prestige, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Feathers
Song language: English
Going Thru It |
| Had to go and do some… shit |
| [Verse 1: Burna Bandz & |
| Pressa |
| Uh, had to go and do some dirt (Do some dirt) |
| Had to get it out the dirt (Straight out the mud) |
| Hope for the best, prepare for worst |
| You know the family come first (Family first) |
| I need that bag, even if it hurts (Even if it hurts) |
| It’s drama time, it’s time to get to work |
| You know I’m ridin' passenger (Skrrt) |
| Jump up, put a nigga in the hearse (Straight in the hearse) |
| Yellow tape, my wassas on the lurk |
| We makin' sales like the clerk |
| What you need, we got it over here (We got it here) |
| And I don’t want that shit if it ain’t rare |
| We in traffic, pulled up, got some killers in the Sprinter van (Shooters in the. |
| Fuckin' ho’s, they just be a fan of the gang |
| I’ve been on the road, I’ve been in and out the cities, yeah (Yeah) |
| I’m on the go, got a goal standin' in my path (Got a goal) |
| Snub nose .38, spinnin', blow away (Spend it all) |
| Get that bag and separate from the fuckin' fake (Separation) |
| They wanna see me shake, every move I make (Every move I make) |
| I’m in L.A. with Pressa, Tory, we pourin' Ace of Spades (Pourin' Ace of Spades) |
| Tryna stay focused like my nigga Herbo say (Like Herbo say) |
| Hocus Pocus, get him gone out the way (Get him out the way) |
| 30's loaded, shooters ain’t gon' hesitate (Ain't gon' hesitate) |
| I’m in motion, tryna flip all this weight (Flip all this weight) |
| Niggas jokin', they don’t mean a word they say (Not a word they say, |
| Press |
| They’re broke, man them niggas ain’t gettin' paid ( |
| Yeah, racks |
| Every day I chase a play, I need that shit today ( |
| Press |
| Tryna get it, gotta get it at the quickest rate ( |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, money keep on comin' in differently |
| I got it in with Tom and his wife named Tiffany (Check) |
| I ain’t even breakin' down the enemy (My enemies, yeah) |
| I keep it on me out in Europe 'cause this gun made in Germany (Overseas) |
| Hollows in this 30, you ain’t makin' it through surgery (Surgery) |
| I be out in Van', might catch me out in Burnaby (Burnaby) |
| Pressa, I get hot when they try and hide respect for me |
| Ain’t no eliminatin' me, eliminate your enemies (Yeah) |
| Kush and alcohol in my system |
| Tell me what you live for |
| He came back, then why you make him live for? |
| Money make these niggas 'blivious to the fact that they could still lose their |
| life to streets, so (Goofy) |
| So this gun leave a print in my hipbone (Hipbone) |
| You know I got you on the drill, I’ll watch your head |
| cro |
| (My dawg) |
| I got the opps super scared on they tip-toes (Tip) |
| And my Wassa leave a nigga in the funeral (Who!) |
| And we so sav' (Sav'), I need a bag (Bag) |
| If the streets gettin' hot, we take a cab (Taxi) |
| I do a dance just for the cam (Huh) |
| But nothin' ain’t sweet behind the camera |
| And they gon' lie like the crooked pastor (Uh) |
| Broke bed casket with this ladder (Dirty) |
| Nothin' in this world that really matters (Yeah) |
| So Iima put mind over matter |
| 13, kept a lil' .38 (Ayy) |
| And we was in school when the opps gun was fake (Ayy) |
| And now I’m lookin' back, man, these niggas really waste (Waste) |
| Life, it ain’t no joke when you goin' to the grave (Yeah) |
| And talkin' to God, just hope he could hear me |
| Niggas, they bitch, ain’t nothin' bitch 'round here (Yeah) |
| And money make you go, but money make him 'pear |
| And money make him disappear, and then he reappear (Yeah, huh) |