"PRESS" lyrics

He's here
Woah

Yes, what you expect? (Wow, wow)
Did what I said (Brrr)
Tat' on my neck (Brrr)

Who you gon' press? (Wow)
Demon's depressed (Wow)
Hit me direct (Wow)
This how you flex (Ayy)
Might lose my head

I've been lookin' in the mirror
Every time I'm seein' smoke (Smoke)
Only thing that's gettin' clearer
I'm no good at lettin' go (Go)
In the bottom of my bag
And at the top of totem pole (Totem pole)
My inner child gettin' dark
Had Rodney Jerkins on the phone
Like you the kid, you the man
What's the deal? (Deal)
What's the plan? (Plan)
I'ma get what Satan took
Where my peace, give me that (Grrah)
I don't sleep
Music my Achilles heel like Illiad
Ain't no open-carry state
I registered my pen and pad (Brrr)
Messin' up my wrist, I admit, I'm a handful (No way)
Not in your top ten, that's a sin
Hit the trap fool (He's got the ten)
You ain't read the print
Gotta press, boy you wack
Holy Ghost is in the whip
We might pull up in a phantom, like

Yes, what you expect?
Did what I said
Tat' on my neck

Who you gon' press?
Demon's depressed
Hit me direct
This how you flex
Might lose my head

Head, head, head
Head, head, head
Head, head, head
Head, head, head
Head, head, head
Head, head, head