Press Me Lyrics

Tell me why these niggas mad cause I'm tryna get me a bag

I be ridin' with that MAC two shots hit him in his back

Don't even send me a song you know it's trash

You ain't tryna prove a point so why you tryna get me whacked?

Speakin' down on BBE you know we quick to get on ass

Saw you walkin' with your mama nigga you don't get a pass

It's a fifty on the Glock don't make me find out where you at

Runnin' down your damn block like Santa Claus we gift wrapping

I'm him they wanna be but I am not no damn rapper

Think you a plug in my city you's not no damn trapper

I be waitin' for this moment Ain't nobody wanna test me

Keep the glock on my side if anybody wanna press me

I'm wearin' Nike every day I ain't wearin no giuseppe

Everybody wanna hate at least you gotta respect me

Motherfuck the law man I hope they ain't gon' catch me

You can get crunched by this AR like it's Nestle

Walk him down with that damn snipe like it's

Wesley

Man I call my chopper Bucum walk you down like you reggie

Foreign said he got them drums we gon march him like a band

You can get shot in public if you try to shake my l hand

I ain't talkin' mannequin this chopper make

you do the stand

I got guns I got money I don't even need

no friend

Y'all don't like this damn flow I'm about to switch it up again

Better cook that shit right before I hit

you with the pan

A lot of niggas back doorin for these bands

I'ma do you like I'm Gucci if it's money on my head

5-5-6 with the dot finna shoot him where he stands

Now you dead up on the block we don't need no ambulance

You call yourself a goat but you is a copycat

It's on the flow And I better have my money copy that

I'm still not 517 nigga with that Drac' where I be at

You tryna say that I'm a threat? (Bow)That's how I react pussy

Tell me why these niggas mad cause I'm tryna get me a bag

I be ridin' with that MAC two shots hit him in his back

Don't even send me a song you know it's trash

You ain't tryna prove a point so why you tryna get me whacked?

Speakin' down on BBE you know we quick to get on ass

Saw you walkin' with your mama nigga you don't get a pass

It's a fifty on the Glock don't make me find out where you at

Runnin' down your damn block like Santa Claus

we gift wrapping

I'm him they wanna be but I am not no damn

rapper

Think you a plug in my city you's not no damn trapper

I be waitin' for this moment Ain't nobody wanna test me

Keep the glock on my side if anybody wanna press me

Tell me why these niggas mad cause I'm tryna get me a bag

I be ridin' with that Mack Two shots hit him in his back

Tell me why these niggas mad cause I'm tryna get me a bag

I be ridin' with that Mack Two shots hit him in his back