lirik lagu ysr gramz - press triangle
[intro]
(yo, paolo, what the f~ck is you made it?)
(hey, nate, this b~tch go crazy)
[chorus]
woke up and made five bands, n~gga, life amazin’
told a b~tch i don’t want her, i want ben franklin
i won’t hit her ’cause her p~ssy smell like a dirty bas~m~nt
i can get you a quick twenty~ball, n~gga, where you bankin’?
oh, i see you in the h~llcat, you wanna race it?
i got a ghost glock on me, they can’t even trace it
i’ma always throw fives, n~gga, that’s my nation
i don’t wanna talk if the money ain’t the conversation
[verse]
i can tell it’s some ‘za, the way it’s tastin’
wake up and grind every day, i’m just tryna make it
i’m outside trappin’ all day, n~gga, f~ck cable
just give me the money, f~ck bein’ [?]
he got hit with a glock, his family miss him, now he feel famous
when you down bad on your d~ck, won’t no b~tch save you
i’m tryna make this bag jump, i just pressed [?]
i love when a b~tch bend it over and grab my ankles
these n~ggas k!ll over hoes like dude off [?]
soon as them shots went off, dog started shakin’
fn look fake as h~ll, but i ain’t fakin’
i only stabbed that b~tch twice, but i ain’t jason
i might buy a b~tch somethin’, but i ain’t chasin’
the police can get me in that room, i ain’t breakin’
free them n~ggas locked down for drugs, f~ck ronald regan
you can get hit with drac’ or switch, how you wanna play it?
i wanna tell his b~tch i love her but i don’t know how to say it
lil’ b~tch on her period, i’m finna pound her head
lil’ n~gga thought he bought a ‘za ‘bow, that’s a pound of reg’
he been hangin’ with this n~gga for five years, found out he fed
poured so many lines in this pop, it look like led
we gon’ send him all face shots, better duck your ehad
the chopstick spear n~ggas like razor edge
on my way to the west side, i’m finna serve [?]
[chorus]
woke up and made five bands, n~gga, life amazin’
told a b~tch i don’t want her, i want ben franklin
i won’t hit her ’cause her p~ssy smell like a dirty bas~m~nt
i can get you a quick twenty~ball, n~gga, where you bankin’?
oh, i see you in the h~llcat, you wanna race it?
i got a ghost glock on me, they can’t even trace it
i’ma always throw fives, n~gga, that’s my nation
i don’t wanna talk if the money ain’t the conversation
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