Full Press D lyrics

[Intro]
(SKLA-SKLA made that track)
Why these n*ggas out here talkin', like they really with the sh*t?
I done hit licks, then walked up, said, "f*ck the n*gga b*tch"
Just because yo' brother drillin' don't mean you doin' skits
n*ggas claim they let it bang, but they ain't never let it drip
n*ggas claim they got a name, but they ain't never seen a trench
I'm a real Gable baby, b*tch I started at the bench
I spent time my first rappin', n*ggas thought I wasn't sh*t
Was unstable in them Gables, why I started hittin' licks

[Verse]
b*tch I been havin' sh*t, bro put ten on his b*tch
Spent my last with my brother, and I been had his b*tch
n*ggas happy 'bout them slugs, b*tch I been had the drip
n*ggas sick
DB trickin' for a b*tch, that's unlikely
Lil' bummy n*gga, had no clothes, wasn't icy
But f*ck it
Pull up on yo' b*tch in this white tee
Chase a check, high-key
"Do It", just like Nike
These b*tches on me, steady askin', "DB can you wife me?"
I'm married to these blues, racist n*gga, like I'm Spike Lee

[Chorus]
Sick sh*t, slide up on n*ggas, like a RipStik
You cryin' for that b*tch, that's on God, shawty kiss di*k
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz sh*t
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
Sick sh*t, slide up on n*ggas, like a RipStik
You cryin' for that b*tch, that's on God, shawty kiss di*k
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz sh*t
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
[Post-Chorus]
Young n*gga, money tall, ballin' like I'm 6'6
Shawty suckin' di*k, I got her wipin' off her lipstick
For pesos, I flip what I can like a gymnast
Evade hoes, and b*tches, they was sleepin' on my pimpin'
Wasn't f*ckin' wit' me, now these b*tches say I'm gifted
I'm driftin'
Baby, time is money, or just tick it
I'm 'bout a bag, like 2 Pac, Above the Rim sh*t

[Verse 2]
How you n*ggas out here broke and put the blame on me?
I'm gettin' money, while you laid up, pullin' on weave
How you lazy and successful? That's a f*cked up dream
n*ggas throwin' shade, I leave 'em crippled like Christopher Reeve
Why these n*ggas out here hatin' on young DB?
n*ggas pillow talkin', b*tches stalkin', I couldn't believe
My circle small, like the middle of a DVD
I got my Ls, now I slide like I cannot see
I swear they f*cked up lettin' DB in the DMV
Now we can slide, tucked poles, not worried 'bout naythin' (Naythin')
I swear to God, I felt free when I got off probabtion
Now we finna pull up, in some like spaceships
And ain't n*gga stoppin' sh*t, still smoke 'til I'm Asian
Told baby catch me out, I got good persuasion
[Chorus]
Sick sh*t, slide up on n*ggas, like a RipStick
You cryin' for that b*tch, that's on God, shawty kiss di*k
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz sh*t
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
Sick sh*t, slide up on n*ggas, like a RipStick
You cryin' for that b*tch, that's on God, shawty kiss di*k
Full press D, all my brothers really blitz sh*t
We grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips
Flippin' all these packs doin'
Oh we grindin', flippin' all these packs doin' kickflips

[Outro]
Young n*gga, money tall, ballin' like I'm 6'6
Shawty suckin' di*k, I got her wipin' off her lipstick
For pesos, I flip what I can like a gymnast
Evade-