Pressa ft. Coi Leray - Attachments Lyrics

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
And she on dick, she see this Glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass niggas that try to circle back
Slugga got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say free my niggas, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, and couldn't shake, he want 'em 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 say Crippin', but lately they have to bleed
See, up that, Glock right on my lap not under the seat
Free my nigga he a nightmare, he a dream
Hit da floor, pray for my niggas for the mail they won't receive
They got my nigga behind the wall
And crodie killed so much shit that he had to find Allah
And murder, murder, murder we broke more shit than the law
Lil' bitch I hit that beat and walk that shit just like a park
On lil' bro, put them youngins in the car and tell 'em go
Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him wrap his lil' bro
From the 6ix, but I got thirty-six 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
And she on dick, she see this Glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass niggas that try to circle back
Slugga got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say free my niggas, swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, and couldn't shake, he want 'em dead

Yeah, let's go
Yeah, fuck the fake
Uh, me and my niggas are great (me and my niggas)
Uh, we gon get this cake (we gon' get this)
Uh, don't give a fuck what they say
Yeah, pop bottles like bitch we made it
Uh, all it took was a little bit of patience
I'm different, your bitch is basic (yeah)
Still can't believe that I made it
Gotta watch who around me (around me)
And fuck whoever doubted me (looked down on me)
My grandma gone, but I know she proud of me, yeah (I know she proud of me)
And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah
Let's go
Fuck boys they make me sick, yeah
Gucci gone match this fit, yeah (this fit)
Everyday bitch we lit (we lit)
Gon' get it how you live (live)
Watch us all get rich
Uh, make these haters sick (ooh)
Uh, they won't believe it

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
And she on dick, she see this Glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass niggas that try to circle back
Slugga 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 niggas, swing his knife all in the can (Pressa, Pressa)
You see that cut, and couldn't shake, he want 'em dead (Pressa)