PRESS lyrics

[Intro: PYXCITER]
Um boys it's time to have a conversation with you bros
[?]
It was him goddamn it ain't me boss
[?] if no one go get my money somebody goin to get shot
Ight boss damn sh*t I got you chill chill
[?] you b*tch
GO GET MY f*ckIN MONEY

[Verse 1: PYRXCITER]
b*tch I'm with the jank ain't nobody gonna stop us
b*tch I'm on the roll imma start out with this Glock bruh
Pistol shakin in my hands somebody gone get shot bruh
Claim that he a killer gang gone show him that he not
Oh you claim that he your homie and you know that he a bot
How you claim that she yo b*tch but you know that she a thot
How I get to where I'm at had to whip it at the pot
Told that n*gga on my corner "hold up gimmie whatchu got"

[Hook: PYRXCITER]
n*ggas show me where that money I ain't playin
n*ggas really wanna die is what I'm sayin
Touch my brother swear to god I start sprayin
[?] n*gga I don't care if he was prayin

[Verse 2: Lazy3x]
Yeah yeah
n*gga [?]
f*ckin that b*tch she a hoe
Up on the pole now he full of holes
I'm with a mop but [?]
And [?] that n*gga fold
Like n*gga what's up I want the smoke
And I get a [?] we not finna [?]
[?] so I'm pourin a 4
When I'm in Houston blew a [?]
I'm shootin
I leave his body so cold
I'm lootin
I'm [?] take all his dough
Go stupid
My n*ggas kickin yo door
And you got a b*tch then my n*ggas robbin him
He wanna get lit then I get [?]
And that n*gga corny choppa is poppin him
The hollows is takin his oxygen
The Glock with a di*k the bullets they f*ckin him
And she got a grip my n*ggas they rushin him
And [?] I put that on [?]
I shoot with the strap like I am the [?]
I'm feelin like [?] I'm pressin these n*ggas
[?] these n*ggas
He cappin
I'm not [?] these n*ggas
He lackin
[?]
[?] gorillas
The gun
Imma hunt her like a n*gga
[?] my pockets they bigger
Walk down on his face like he playin twister
I'm f*ckin [?] I bet you missed her
[?] my kids now I am your mister