Lyrics : Quinton Gardner/Brittany Collins/Nelson Ballard
Music : Quinton Gardner/Nelson Ballard
Pressa：
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached
On C O D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these b***h ass niggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say "Free my nigga s" swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut he couldn't shake he wind up dead
Boy play with me we got Glocks in BnB's
And there's a difference from a robber and a thief
Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill shit he get geeked
I knew that nigga was dead when he popped up on my feed
My opps they crippin' but lately they had to bleed
See uh that Glock right on my lap not under the seat
Free my nigga he a nightmare he a dream
Hit the floor pray for my nigga s for the mail they won't receive
They got my nigga behind the wall
And crodie kill so much shit that he had to find Allah
And murder murder murder we broke more shit than the law
Lil' b***h I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause
On lil' bro put 'em youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug if we can't get to him wrap his little bro
From the 6ix but I got 36 all in the brick
My OG he so goofy he ain't know that I was hit
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached
On C O D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these b***h ass niggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Say "Free my nigga s" swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut he couldn't shake he wind updead
Coi Leray：
Let's go
Yeah **** the fake
Me and my nigga s great
We gon' get this cake
Don't give a **** what they say
Pop bottles like b***h we made it
All it took was a little bit of patience
I'm different your b***h is basic
Yeah still can't believe that I made it
Gotta watch who around me
And **** whoever doubted me
Looked down on me
My grandma gone but I know she proud of me yeah
And I promise ain't no stopping me yeah-yeah
Let's go
Yeah broke b*****s make me sick yeah
Gucci gon' match this fit yeah
Everyday b***h we lit
Gon' get it how you live
Watch us all get rich
Make these haters sick uh
They won't believe it
Pressa + Coi Leray：
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached
On C O D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these b***h ass niggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram
Let's go
Say "Free my nigga s" swing his knife all in the can
Pressa
You see that cut he couldn't shake he wind up dead
Pressa