Too Trill HSG - Heavy Press

Ain't no lock on shit unless we got the key to that motherfucker
HSG the mob lil nigga
They know we up in charge of shit
Ain't no lock on shit unless we got the key to that motherfucker
This bitch hounding pressing on me bad
I aint een had to l touch her
Shawty bad tho
I had to spin the block you know I fucked her
His bitch been on my head we keep shit undercover
This nigga pissed off and he mad want me to drop the lo
If I drop the lo for yo lil hoe you gone go up fasho
He want me dead behind that bitch then boy come up the scoe
You bet not miss a shot cause we ain't gone miss nan those
You bet not miss a shot
Cause we ain't gone miss nan those
All my bitches project hoes
Them hoes be bad doe
My diamonds poppin
450 inside a pot of crisco
I hit that bitch and put her on the floor
Now she on all fo's
She been on go
That bitch she been a hoe and you tryna cuff her
She fucked and let my mans hit right after wasn't hard touch her
She turned up shaking ass out the sunroof all thru the summer
You got uber you got lyft
But you can't stay this ain't no slumber
She want kick it I can't kick it Ion do feelings
My dawg just told me I'm havin too much for a commitment
If she want fuck she betta speak up
She know how I'm pimping
She be mad asl when I go MIA when I be missing
I be wit that gang we posted up at all times
Yo bitch she banging HSG yo hoe on this side
Them niggas hatin on me a trend
They gotta dick ride
Them niggas need to redo the mission and hit they slide
Them niggas fired like a hunnit ain't do no damage nigga
If you flip the role them boys ah be in a casket nigga
But fuck them niggas we on top and they know we havin nigga
And Ion even want the bitch if she come wit baggage nigga
She bad as hell she upscale be in chanel nigga
She fuck with rich niggas only ain't hard to tell nigga
I'm spending hunnits on fragrance she love the smell nigga
I can hit yo bitch right now
And she wont tell nigga
I can hit yo bitch right now and she won't say shit
Fuck a scat I want the stars inside the spaceship
Shawty bad but you know I ain't finna press shit
That money on the floor we heavy press it
Ain't no lock on shit unless we got the key to that motherfucker
This bitch hounding pressing on me bad
I aint een had to I touch her
Shawty bad tho
I had to spin the block you know I fucked her
His bitch been on my head we keep shit undercover
This nigga pissed off and he mad want me to drop the lo
If I drop the lo for yo lil hoe you gone go up fasho
He want me dead behind that bitch then boy come up the scoe
You bet not miss a shot cause we ain't gone miss nan those

Written by:
Rian Thomas

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