Impressions ft. Quay8 Lyrics

Yea, okay, huh, hmm, yea, okay

See them impressions that you give The way you hold yourself is so impressive

I know that sometimes this shit be hard Put on front for a collective

Meet somebody fake, shake some hands Gain a new perspective

I turn down that mic when you hoes talk I don't do respectin'

Man y'all niggas weak, this really E I'm on a stove, come smell the essence

When I be feelin' down, it's stuck inside my bag

Whatever count my blessings shit be hard when no one understands

Act like you just met him Bag all to myself, I be chasin

Let's go get this medal Fuck that little hoe she in my mind

Smoke her out my mental Na I do not leave without my nine

Keep it like a pencil Go impress these niggas

Show what you can do and tell them you not mine

I be high as fuck Smokin' on them mountains

That you cannot climb You impress? Not impressin' me

Swahili tongue, come talk to me Dick her down, it's too deep in her stomach

I'm impressin' me

Pressing me, pressing me, I'm impressing me

Didn't get my flowers, but that hate you gave was love to me

Spoke in tongues for hours, no one understood, but you and me

I sat alone last night thinkin', damn, it's just you and me

See them impressions that you give, the way you hold yourself is so impressive

See, I'm a one-on-one collection, cannot give, but I receive the blessings

I know that sometimes you be alone, come speak to the reverend

I say that I like to be alone, I don't need protected

Work this 9 to 5 and I be grateful, you stay on the phone, shorty throwing ass

And I can't catch it, that's a bag of bones

Made a bag then took that shit to Rome, I ain't comin' home

Workin' on myself, I know I'll make it

Update through the phone, this update for goofy niggas

You some groupie niggas, take flicks at the movies, nigga

You some useless niggas

Aye I Just got off the phone with a bad bitch, she say I'm useless, nigga

She just really mad I'm in my bag and she can't use a nigga

Stupid hoe can't talk anyway, look like Rufus, nigga

She give me a puzzle and I solve it like a Rubik's figure

California breeze all in my face when I eat the pussy

Finish line I'm chasin', not too fast, but, she tryna push me

And you was never lookin', I was always workin

No punchin' clocks, I'm punchin' in soul into these verses

Clutch pain, I roll a game or a dutch

Wonderin' if it's love or just lust

I do

Baby girl, you over there lookin' fine as hell I see you lit

So before I see you split, I'ma hit you with this ayo aye miss

I give you a look like this, now you met a nigga that look like this

You ain't met a nigga that cook like this

Stupid lil' hoe, we gon jugg and forget

Hold on now, I'm finna turn y'all up

I'm too down in the dark, I can harness light, ignite a spark

Fantasies of flyin' drones, bein' torn apart

Or runnin' laps around these niggas sayin' that they nice

Sometimes at night I grip the mic the stu ignite

I'm almighty, calm it down, bitch, I'm tryin' tour nightly

More than likely you ain't heard of me

Blister up your skin, you get a third degree

Hurt yourself, you ain't heard of me

See them, see them impressions that you give

The way you hold yourself is so impressive

I know that sometimes that shit be hard put on front for collective

Meet some of these fakes, shake some hands, gain a new perspective

I turn down that mic when you hoes talk, I don't do respectin'

We ain't got no common goal I ain't got no interest that's gon' leave affect like dominoes

You are not my mistress, let's just redirect my fantasies

I would hug and kiss you, bitch, you poison me like antifreeze

This your dismissal

I be so annoyed, I'm rollin' blunts and then I'm talkin' to you

Said you want my soul, but reflection I won't give you

See you lookin' in the mirror, imperfections, insecurities

Securo, serve my heart, I'm with the gang and we flourishing

Saw a angel walkin', lookin' pierced, so I approached

Quickly turned to demon, word around, said she a hoe

So I had told her, fuck the rumors, what's your number

Hit my note, but before she look and spoke a javelin had pierced my throat

Hopped into the car, open up, she actin' nonchalant

Look like she don't know me, but we rollin', fuck to past the times

Talk about her feelings, emptiness, but we still in our prime

Conceited as the fuck, I see regressions in her mind