Harriet Pressa

[Chorus]
Lil' nigga get shot now he embarrassed
And your lil’ mixtape I don't wanna hear it
Nigga you a bitch I don't wanna hear that shit
Opp niggas in the club we gon’ air it
And my manager said a nigga need therapy
'Cause my mind keep chippin' on current's
Get money 'cause I wanna go hiss
If my bitch bad run it up like Harriet, see

[Verse 1]
Niggas always in and out surgery
Send that pussy ass nigga to the infirmary
Ha, state of emergency and they only gave the cop a third degree and the other should've got accessory
Ha, if you talking technically but fuck, fuck all that extra shit
My bitch she a stripper from Tennessee
Ha, back to the topic, 10K just to run around topless
She don't wanna fuck shе just want topic
My bitch bad little bitch she poppin'
Fuck nigga, they know wе poppin’ shit
Diamonds go crazy let ’em pop my shit
Tried macy's Glock got hollow tips
Never showed you niggas where my condo is
I’m cut throat
I can make a little nigga step and go and shovel
If I gave that nigga the ball I bet he don't fumble
He put that shit and he get whacked he should've stayed humble
And how a nigga broke if all I do is hustle
Pick up and go, ah, ah
Pick up the load, ah, ah
Pick up the phone, ah
I'm picking my boast, ah, ah
Send in the post, ah
My killer he slide nigga, he still on parole