W Hotel Pressa (Ft. Toosii)

[Intro: Pressa]
Yeah

[Chorus: Pressa]
I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo
Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando
But bae, I miss the bando, and I don't miss you
Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol
So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me?
Nowadays these girls, they come easy, it ain't no fun for me

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Where's the excitement? She take the thrill out of it
I can't take no disrespect, you know we kill 'bout it
I'ma make it big, if I had, I'd put my kids on it
Last night hit the bar with it, she make a deal 'bout it
Loyalty over dishonor, this ain't no diss song
Fuck around, put my chains on her, then get her lips done
I quit drinkin' alcohol, look what it does to me
Tired of takin' bitches home from the club just to have fun with me
She keep sayin' she done with me, then she keep callin' me
She keep wantin' to talk, shut the fuck up, bitch, and gargle me
I stop wastin' time, I put more time in my artistry
Cut her off, now she ain't shit to me, now that's the boss in me
We so on and off, woah, it's like a PlayStation
See, all this money and time feel like I'm wastin' it
I wanna go back to the time when I just lay in it
Now I just hit it and go, don't bother tapin' it