Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neat Machine, artist - Pressa. Date of issue: 31.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neat Machine |
| Big chain I’m at your neck like a vampire |
| He say he in the trap but his pants fire (what a liar) |
| Your hoe’ll call me master, sire, your highness |
| I bend her over and she start whining |
| My swag costs more than your life are we gonna buy it |
| I put my shooters on him they gonna find him |
| First class fire man his life he can’t rewind it (can't rewind it) |
| Crodie take his top in no time |
| Crodie take his top in no time |
| (Verse 2: Pressa) |
| Uh Oh, hood trophy they gon' shoot for me |
| I’m in the trenches we pop off like ecstasy |
| My opps is dead to me, I come where the demons be |
| I’m sorry ma your little boy making Tennesse |
| And my niggas gotta have it doing anything |
| Wass Gang, I put that on everything |
| And whatchu know 'bout heroin? |
| UPS, get it off as soon as the pack is in |
| Eh, matter fact whatchu know 'bout packagin? |
| I used to be selling dope that was in packaging |
| My trap made flakka every day got me panicking |
| Remember when my nigga shot my nigga by accident |
| Lil bitch ya we Wass Gang, if you ain’t wass gang then you wash gang |
| We let your brains hang, we come from North Jane |
| I’m in the kitchen wit your aunt mane |
| And free pop, I could sell you rerock |
| They call me Pressa don’t let me creep up on ya |
| These hollisters turn a fuckboy to deadmihana |
| And you don’t want that call that they couldn’t find ya |
| Stay with a lighter, cops they riding by ya |