Attachments lyrics

[Chorus: Pressa]
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 C.O.D, you see this glizzy got attachments
For all these b*tch ass n*ggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, he did a dance
Sizzlac dead, and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say, "Free my n*ggas", swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, it couldn't shake, he want him dead

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Boy, play with me, we got Glock's in BnB's
And there's a difference from a robber and a thief
Taliban ain't do no drugs, but when he kill sh*t, he get geeked
I knew that n*gga was dead when he popped up on my feed
My opps they crippin', but lately they had to bleed
See, uh, that Glock right on my lap, not under the seat
Free my n*gga, he a nightmare, he a dream
Hit the floor, pray for my n*ggas, for the mail they won't receive
They got my n*gga behind the wall
And crodie kill so much sh*t, that he had to find Allah
And murder, murder, murder, we broke more sh*t than the law
Lil' b*tch, I hit that beat and watch that sh*t just like a pause
On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him, wrap his little bro
From the 6ix, but I got 36 all in the brick
My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was here
[Chorus: Pressa]
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 C.O.D, you see this glizzy got attachments
For all these b*tch ass n*ggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, he did a dance
Sizzlac dead, and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say, "Free my n*ggas", swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, it couldn't shake, he want him dead

[Verse 2: Taliban Glizzy]
Huh, thought he was a shooter 'til he got his ass shot
Ain't running out of money
b*tch, we running out of opps
Just caught a play for ten-thousand, I spent that sh*t on Glocks
He spent ten on this chain, he should've saved it for a box
So, I hopped out with that ARP and knocked him out his socks
He called my phone, laughing, told me, "Watch that sh*t on Fox"
They thought 'cause I got money that the murder's gon' stop, nah
I'm on that front line in the trenches with my akhs
Ain't stoppin' 'til they all dead, I put that on the code
My n*ggas down the road doing life without parole
That fake ass gangster image he portray got exposed
When he went in front the judge and he told
[Chorus: Pressa]
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 C.O.D, you see this glizzy got attachments
For all these b*tch ass n*ggas that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, he did a dance
Sizzlac dead, and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say, "Free my n*ggas", swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, it couldn't shake, he want him dead