Full Press D

[Intro]
(SKLA-SKLA made that track)
Why these niggas out here talkin', like they really with the shit?
I done hit licks, then walked up, said, "Fuck the nigga bitch"
Just because yo' brother drillin' don't mean you doin' skits
Niggas claim they let it bang, but they ain't never let it drip
Niggas claim they got a name, but they ain't never seen a trench
I'm a real Gable baby, bitch I started at the bench
I spent time my first rappin', niggas thought I wasn't shit
Was unstable in them Gables, why I started hittin' licks

[Verse]
Bitch I been havin' shit, bro put ten on his bitch
Spent my last with my brother, and I been had his bitch
Niggas happy 'bout them slugs, bitch I been had the drip
Niggas sick
DB trickin' for a bitch, that's unlikely
Lil' bummy nigga, had no clothes, wasn't icy
But fuck it
Pull up on yo' bitch in this white tee
Chase a check, high-key
"Do It", just like Nike
These bitches on me, steady askin', "DB can you wife me?"
I'm married to these blues, racist nigga, like I'm Spike Lee

[Chorus]
Sick shit, slide up on niggas, like a RipStik
You cryin' for that bitch, that's on God, shawty kiss dick
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz shit
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
Sick shit, slide up on niggas, like a RipStik
You cryin' for that bitch, that's on God, shawty kiss dick
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz shit
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips

[Post-Chorus]
Young nigga, money tall, ballin' like I'm 6'6
Shawty suckin' dick, I got her wipin' off her lipstick
For pesos, I flip what I can like a gymnast
Evade hoes, and bitches, they was sleepin' on my pimpin'
Wasn't fuckin' wit' me, now these bitches say I'm gifted
I'm driftin'
Baby, time is money, or just tick it
I'm 'bout a bag, like 2 Pac, Above the Rim shit

[Verse 2]
How you niggas out here broke and put the blame on me?
I'm gettin' money, while you laid up, pullin' on weave
How you lazy and successful? That's a fucked up dream
Niggas throwin' shade, I leave 'em crippled like Christopher Reeve
Why these niggas out here hatin' on young DB?
Niggas pillow talkin', bitches stalkin', I couldn't believe
My circle small, like the middle of a DVD
I got my Ls, now I slide like I cannot see
I swear they fucked up lettin' DB in the DMV
Now we can slide, tucked poles, not worried 'bout naythin' (Naythin')
I swear to God, I felt free when I got off probabtion
Now we finna pull up, in some like spaceships
And ain't nigga stoppin' shit, still smoke 'til I'm Asian
Told baby catch me out, I got good persuasion

[Chorus]
Sick shit, slide up on niggas, like a RipStick
You cryin' for that bitch, that's on God, shawty kiss dick
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz shit
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
Sick shit, slide up on niggas, like a RipStick
You cryin' for that bitch, that's on God, shawty kiss dick
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz shit
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
Flippin' all these packs doin'
Oh we grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips

[Outro]
Young nigga, money tall, ballin' like I'm 6'6
Shawty suckin' dick, I got her wipin' off her lipstick
For pesos, I flip what I can like a gymnast
Evade-