No Adlibs Why G, Pressa, K Money & Burna Bandz

[Intro: Pressa]
(Fursace)
Yeah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah

[Verse 1: Pressa]
A hundred deep, all in the trench, don't need another nigga block
I sell a brick of cocaine before I saw my brother opp
My opps, they keep on cliquin' up, that means more people to get shot
I got money on my head, don't know how much, but it's a lot
Check the drip, double C, I'm a Crip, I like Chanel
I can't sit, I can't chill, I got homies still in jail
I tell East to spin your block, he look for someone he had to kill
Why she think he a gangster? He just rollin' off a pill, ayy

[Verse 2: K Money]
Why the fuck opps don't never be around?
Why the fuck Rondo can't get no rebound?
And we gon' shoot shit up in the T town
And we gon' shoot shit up in the Park
And you know we'll do it in the day, in the dark
And he ain't gon' slide 'cause he ain't got heart
I'm smokin' on dog, yeah, he ain't smart
I'm smokin' on dog, he should've been smart like haha
Opps got me fucked up
I wear this Burberry upside down
And I put this LV to ground
And if he an opp, he ain't safe around me
Smokin' this **** by the pound
Free ****, he ain't get that bail
Killed so much niggas that I'm goin' to Hell
I kept on shootin' right after he fell