Heavy Press

[TRL Ace]
Fuck that life shit, boy this heavy press
I ain’t verified on the Gram, but bitch I’m bout a check
And when I’m done with this bitch you can get her back
And when you fuckin’ with a boss you better come correct
I would’ve beat yo ass, but, I brought the strap
Dog fuckin’ with that one shit it look like Similac
You better come and get your bitch she fuckin’ with the Camp
Now watch my nigga (?) spin out in the cat (skrt)
You ain’t no killer, just a fuckin’ bum with a strap
I ain’t never sold dope, I’m in here getting jacks
Damn, (?), where the pole at?
You the type of nigga always asking where the hoes at
And I heard you ain’t the (?), what you on jack?
I take a nigga stick, can’t get his pole back
Sorry baby, you for the moment, you can’t get a text
When she get around the gang she don’t know how to act
Freaky lil bitch wanna drive the boat
I’m the type of nigga put a chopper in a trench coat
(?)
I’m out here looking for the opps, these niggas Nemo
Glock give him a bald head like he Neo
This bitch say she know the opps, I’m bout to send her home
(?), I’m paranoid, who knockin’ at the door?
FN, Five Seven send that nigga home
You at a party with no money boy you ass backwards
In the cat screaming real loud like a pterodactyl
(?) out here blessin’ shit like a fucking pastor
And the Glock turn a nigga ghost so I call him Casper
And I know you see the whip, it (?)
We ain’t gotta throw this bitch in sport to go faster