| Every night I hear Wassi callin' x4
|
| Press machine
|
| Ugh ugh
|
| Pressa got me fellin' like the city mine
|
| And niggas ridin' dick just for a co-sign
|
| They ain’t never shoot a nigga much less really grind
|
| I’m my own boss
|
| Work on my own time
|
| And niggas hating' on me baby notice it
|
| And you’re partially the reason why it’s happening (bad bitch)
|
| Niggas wanna shoot me but they fidgeting
|
| And all that side talk I feel like pulling' it
|
| Niggas in my city they ain’t do a lot (they do the most)
|
| They gon' claim a body another nigga caught (they fake)
|
| Flexin' on the gram wit another niggas wad
|
| I learn to get this money stash it till it rot
|
| What happened to the throne all my niggas lost
|
| It costs to be a boss so nigga whatchu got (whatchu sell?)
|
| And I be sellin' shit way more than Amazon
|
| And my bitch catch a body like she Remy Ma
|
| They be lyin' just to know who we really are
|
| We went from shootin' at the cops for running from the north
|
| Life in the shopping cart
|
| I’m in the killa car
|
| If he ain’t BFR (nascar)
|
| Then tell him be a far
|
| Can’t afford this name on my disclosure (I can’t)
|
| I love to read these nigga do my home work (essay)
|
| They took my bro Wass lost my composure (i lost it)
|
| And every dream of him of him I feel closer (i'm closer)
|
| And niggas they so normal they so typical (typical)
|
| I learned to chip a brick and turn my wrist to gold (a rollie)
|
| I been stuntin' on these niggas like I’m stone cold (stunna)
|
| And that kick out the fifth felt like a field goal (field goal)
|
| Money like BMO (BMO)
|
| Flyer than UFOs (i'm so fly)
|
| And they say I’m too Wassi for the radio (i'm too wass)
|
| And ain’t no better way than learnin' on your own
|
| And cops keep tellin' venues not to book my show (realshit)
|
| Fuck this rap shit
|
| I used to wrap shit (wrap shit)
|
| Reply to a diss song I find it pointless
|
| Book your appointment
|
| It get annoying
|
| 30 shots so much bullets you couldn’t avoid it (can't, can’t)
|
| Soon as the December hit
|
| The getting ricoish
|
| Project Marvel kid
|
| They find it marvelous
|
| Black mask, black gloves, black Timberlands
|
| And this one gon' scar permanent
|
| She fuck with savages
|
| That got no milage (she don’t)
|
| And all she wanna do is be my stylist (designer bitch)
|
| I made a hunnid G’s of LG
|
| And I live by the courts like I’m LG
|
| I been runnin' up the shit but no athlete (flip phone)
|
| I live by the court like I’m LG (courts gang)
|
| I been runnin' up the shit but no athlete
|
| And I got the fifth on me number 30
|
| I been ballin' on these niggas Jalen Poyser
|
| I just blew 50K on my lawyer
|
| Shordy in LA might employ her (I might)
|
| But Pressa couldn’t even cross the border (I can’t)
|
| Pressa Armani
|
| T-shirt Givenchy
|
| Lately been busy
|
| Whipped up a whole key
|
| Tryna stay lowkey
|
| Smokin' your homies
|
| (Deadmi Deadmi Deadmi Deadmihana)
|
| This game it got slots like Nintendo (64)
|
| Niggas want respect with no credentials
|
| And I stay with the stick like a old folk
|
| She got hot now I’m switchin' up my rental |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wassi Callin', artist - Pressa. Album song Press Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп