Press

[FoeFoeFendi]

Ay, Ey, Ay
Skrrt, Skrrt
If its pressure, then its pressure
We gon leave a nigga
If its pressure, then its pressure
We gon leave a nigga stuck
Yeah, Ay
Ay, for real
For real (ay)

If its pressure then its pressure
We gon leave a nigga stuck
That boy got hit with .50 in his chest
He knew he had no luck
He out here cappin in his raps
He ain't gon post it cuz he suck
That lil nigga broke then a bitch
Can't run his money up (ay)
Spend it all in Prada
Get it back and do that shit again
If a nigga sell mе the wrong shit
Then Im gonna send еm in
Spin again then spin again
Rob him then rob all his friends
Any niggas speakin on my name
We gotta get it in

[Honcho 5ive]

I dont gotta pay for his free james
He was takin shit
Never catch Lil Jay without his mask
Cuz he be chasin shit
I pull up on them sideways
Let Fendi spray the whip
Pull up on them wit my eyes lazy
I just faced a zip
Who is that? The feds watchin
Close my eyes see dead bodies
No I ain't gon wife her
I just like her cuz her head sloppy
Pull up on you, you hear f,f,f
Then yo mans droppin
Hit him through the car he tried to duck
Look like he had not

[FoeFoeFendi]

We go back to back in rentals
All we want is niggas dead
He was speakin on my brother
Now the worst way what he get
I might just cut that nigga legs off
And let that nigga live
Ay, all you nigga hoes
Yall never out here sicing for revenge
Bitch Im big boss status
I ain't even paying rent
And the next house that I buy
Is gonna be sittin on some land
Get off yo ass and get a bag these
Niggas never got it playing
Why you ain't get it by yourself
You are your plug he want you dead nigga
Skrrt, skrrt

[Honcho 5ive]

I pull up thats how the G sound
Gurantee if I dont score up my first shot
Lil bro gonna rebound
Its a body if I hit this .223
Or knock a tree down
It was niggas I ain't really think
Was hoes but I see now
I leave everybody dead
I leave everybody red
I dont need to chop this bitch whole .50
I brought Glock instead
Hit him in his neck I bet he threw this
Bitch gon chop his head
No I dont talk to fans
No I dont talk to feds
I know I won't let a nigga take it
So I walk with bands
I was brought up cup though
Hell nah ain't got a lot of friends
Doin all that dissin shoulda told them niggas talk theyself
And I won't tell my niggas do no shit that I wouldn't try myself