Presher

That's all right here I got a redneck playing in the woods right now, he waitin' on me How you know I tripped? I ain't know I tripped out Lick sweet, give me sugar rush Hella weight on my shoulder, like a push-up Touchin' racks, I been rich, drippin' If you run into it, it's a collision I'ma catch the big fish, I'm a fisherman Twin done, I smacked through the doo', hit a ceilin' fan Stuck, I don't know what to say, switch the beat then Everybody got the new drop, we gon' link then I done scored a few touchdown, they ain't playin' defense Nigga see my jewels, think he can take it Back on the block, I'm back to the basics Come back with guap, got racks on vacation Flip the purse, I be quick to erase it Drop the window, this bitch don't got no safety New big drip, I never wore Dickies 12 got me fucked up, talkin' 'bout material witness Pussy bitch, take your uniform off He script, we seen him going on a two-man They lock us up, the whole hood contraband Nigga sleep on me, they popped a Xan' Same clothes, we done fucked the same ho' Icebox, got my chain out the freezer, this bitch froze Li twan go do a lick, he leavin' his soul Real trench shit, spark the blunt with the stove Nigga bitin', 'cause this shit getting old Nigga in the field, determined in the field Turn my swag on, blicked up when I rise up Nigga feel like he military, go sign up Fishbowl whips, get scared, get lined up Shake the box, now we checkin' the box Pop the box, we gon' get out the box Pair the Glock now, they just gave me the Glock Take an opp down, so the raging can stop Been sippin' drank, I done aged on the Wock Popping shit, we turn the WaWa trench Popping shit, we got the Chevron trench Popping shit, we got the mini sto' lit The first time the bitch seen me, knew I was gon' hit This fuck nigga screaming, we knew he was hit Pussy boy ain't a demon, he knew he was a bitch Check the fridge, I got drank in my fridge Map this shit out, show li twan where it is I don't want Tris, swear to God, spill Tris out Stay on beat, so I can't get crossed out Thousand feet, put the boy with the sharks Stick by the palm trees, I'm livin' large Fake geeked up, that shit a façade I don't know which way we goin', which way we goin' Nigga blicked up, we were quick to disarm Nigga havin' blue racks, spread on my arm Finna get a new tat', finna tat' a gun Nigga fake geeked up, just to trip for 'em Nigga got a seatbelt on, he went crashed it He ain't got no flashlight on your gun, you ain't lasting In my hood, you ain't gon' see none but ratchets Beat me to it, we gon' see who the fastest Fuck, fuck, fuck