"Press Option" lyrics
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
I ain't tryna speak, no, naw
Squad, huh, I'd never bleak on y'all
Lil' Blood, big Blood keep a street on call
He survived every week, went weeks with no body, huh
Depending on me to get it rockin'
I ain't asked no nigga for an option, huh
Gave every bitch they option, you can leave, you can stay, huh
Skuba Steve here to stay
Ayy, one thing 'bout me, from the East
Rose piece, keep a piece for the E, huh, huh
Rose piece, keep a piece for the beef, huh, huh
Nigga on the other side defeated
That's just how I need it
Rap 'bout strap, I keep it, nigga
55, fuck slime, no secret, nigga
Got work like Pablo, nigga, huh, Esco the Bardi
Tell your bitch like let's go to party
Just the link with you get you pressed at the party
Nigga, ice in my Cartis look like ice in Bacardi, ooh, yeah, let's get it started
Hmm, give 'em 7, Kyle Lowry, huh, huh, keep bitches, Mike Lowry
Give a nigga, uh— ayy
Give a nigga, huh, red top like Lawry's
Give that nigga a red nose, he a clown
Get you dropped if I said so on my town
Fuck a rich bitch in a motel out of town
How that sound? She down, she know I don't be around
She ain't about to miss this for the world
Fuck her face for ten minutes 'til the bitch hurl
She got a gag reflex, that's a nasty mess
CJ, I ain't tied 'fore my bands get checked
DJ, I done ran on the last three sets
See me and the gang, paid a bag, respect
Took the bag to the church 'cause I had to repent
Up the mag 'cause it work on—
Up the mag 'cause it work, I'ma score on defense
Four shows, got pole, all four events
I just bought a couple more, hit the road, we bomin'
H Town an opp nigga with the ho he fuckin'
We got pistols and all of the functions
We is rowdy, rambunctious
You can't play with nan nigga that I hang around
I rep the gang that I'm with and I say it loud
Huh, yeah, make me proud, I'd strip your baby mama
Blow your brains out then ask you what you think about it
Nigga, it's the press, who you pressin'?
Nah, we be pressin', huh, I can never get pressed in
Nah, I can't get prested, this shit impressive, I up strap on detectives
We known for actin' too reckless, huh
I ain't never mentioned my blessings, huh
I ain't gotta reach for no weapon
I'm delly with the strap in my presence, ayy
I ain't ordinary, John—
I ain't ordinary, John Legend
Nah, nigga, I ain't one of y'all
Really sold raw, huh, make a nigga flaw
I'm the truth, no Paul, whole crew gon' ball
Diamond links everywhere, it's some jewelry my dogs
Nigga leap, shoot his legs off
Big apes, I ain't worried 'bout no frogs
Ahh, I'd kill a nigga in the mall, talkin' 'bout baggin' my hands and all, huh
I'm all about my squad, I slide, huh, nigga say I ain't 'bout mines, he lied
Drop fours, keep 'em upside down, high five
Big hot cheeto, not big hot fries
Huh, real Red Zone, any nigga drop five might die on 5 if he bump into Stubo
So floor, whole gang know how it's gon' go
Daily ice the hood out, got his cold on froze
Chop iced the hood out, got his [?] on froze
Double nickel on the way, just let a ho long
Nigga, don't play— huh, nigga don't wanna play with— huh, nan one of them numbers
I'll bounce back off an L then crushed
Do a nigga head, can't—
Choose head like a candy, Blood gon' crush 'em
Shoot 'til he can't see shit, I flushed him
5 'nem depending on me, I clutched it
I would, baby, like I just lost custody
Yeah, with the baby so much, they don't call CPS
Ride around with the stick, no CPL
Be on TV, somethin' like CBS
Gone without a word, you'd never see me yell
I be off drugs, you'd never see me stress
Huh, poke the lil' nigga, he a chopper, he frail
[?] in his forehead, four-five to his chest
Up strap on the witnesses, y'all can't tell
Ain't a street nigga, need a job at a desk
Look him in his eyes, yeah, I can tell
Thought it was this but this ain't that, huh
I'm real right, do you wrong as hell
Black Mike just got out of jail
Teacher [?] 'bout to press
He taught Skub how to fight the best
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Got the lil' strap from Big Rell
Huh, have [?] like my cousin [?]
Still go at your neck, I'm alive 'til death
All my niggas iced out off trappin'
All your niggas burnt out off cappin'
Y'all niggas move loose like a lil' rabbit
End up smokin' boots 'cause she got cat dance
Bitch smacked
Nah, hit him with a spinning backfist
Hit a Jojo, two 'bows of cat piss
I'd make any brick, I'd get back this, ooh
I ain't tryna speak, no, naw
Squad, huh, I'd never bleak on y'all
Lil' Blood, big Blood keep a street on call
He survived every week, went weeks with no body, huh
Depending on me to get it rockin'
I ain't asked no nigga for an option, huh
Gave every bitch they option, you can leave, you can stay, huh
I ain't tryna speak, no, naw
Squad, huh, I'd never bleak on y'all
Lil' Blood, big Blood keep a street on call
He survived every week, went weeks with no body, huh
Depending on me to get it rockin'
I ain't asked no nigga for an option, huh
Gave every bitch they option, you can leave, you can stay, huh
Skuba Steve here to stay
Ayy, one thing 'bout me, from the East
Rose piece, keep a piece for the E, huh, huh
Rose piece, keep a piece for the beef, huh, huh
Nigga on the other side defeated
That's just how I need it
Rap 'bout strap, I keep it, nigga
55, fuck slime, no secret, nigga
Got work like Pablo, nigga, huh, Esco the Bardi
Tell your bitch like let's go to party
Just the link with you get you pressed at the party
Nigga, ice in my Cartis look like ice in Bacardi, ooh, yeah, let's get it started
Hmm, give 'em 7, Kyle Lowry, huh, huh, keep bitches, Mike Lowry
Give a nigga, uh— ayy
Give a nigga, huh, red top like Lawry's
Give that nigga a red nose, he a clown
Get you dropped if I said so on my town
Fuck a rich bitch in a motel out of town
How that sound? She down, she know I don't be around
She ain't about to miss this for the world
Fuck her face for ten minutes 'til the bitch hurl
She got a gag reflex, that's a nasty mess
CJ, I ain't tied 'fore my bands get checked
DJ, I done ran on the last three sets
See me and the gang, paid a bag, respect
Took the bag to the church 'cause I had to repent
Up the mag 'cause it work on—
Up the mag 'cause it work, I'ma score on defense
Four shows, got pole, all four events
I just bought a couple more, hit the road, we bomin'
H Town an opp nigga with the ho he fuckin'
We got pistols and all of the functions
We is rowdy, rambunctious
You can't play with nan nigga that I hang around
I rep the gang that I'm with and I say it loud
Huh, yeah, make me proud, I'd strip your baby mama
Blow your brains out then ask you what you think about it
Nigga, it's the press, who you pressin'?
Nah, we be pressin', huh, I can never get pressed in
Nah, I can't get prested, this shit impressive, I up strap on detectives
We known for actin' too reckless, huh
I ain't never mentioned my blessings, huh
I ain't gotta reach for no weapon
I'm delly with the strap in my presence, ayy
I ain't ordinary, John—
I ain't ordinary, John Legend
Nah, nigga, I ain't one of y'all
Really sold raw, huh, make a nigga flaw
I'm the truth, no Paul, whole crew gon' ball
Diamond links everywhere, it's some jewelry my dogs
Nigga leap, shoot his legs off
Big apes, I ain't worried 'bout no frogs
Ahh, I'd kill a nigga in the mall, talkin' 'bout baggin' my hands and all, huh
I'm all about my squad, I slide, huh, nigga say I ain't 'bout mines, he lied
Drop fours, keep 'em upside down, high five
Big hot cheeto, not big hot fries
Huh, real Red Zone, any nigga drop five might die on 5 if he bump into Stubo
So floor, whole gang know how it's gon' go
Daily ice the hood out, got his cold on froze
Chop iced the hood out, got his [?] on froze
Double nickel on the way, just let a ho long
Nigga, don't play— huh, nigga don't wanna play with— huh, nan one of them numbers
I'll bounce back off an L then crushed
Do a nigga head, can't—
Choose head like a candy, Blood gon' crush 'em
Shoot 'til he can't see shit, I flushed him
5 'nem depending on me, I clutched it
I would, baby, like I just lost custody
Yeah, with the baby so much, they don't call CPS
Ride around with the stick, no CPL
Be on TV, somethin' like CBS
Gone without a word, you'd never see me yell
I be off drugs, you'd never see me stress
Huh, poke the lil' nigga, he a chopper, he frail
[?] in his forehead, four-five to his chest
Up strap on the witnesses, y'all can't tell
Ain't a street nigga, need a job at a desk
Look him in his eyes, yeah, I can tell
Thought it was this but this ain't that, huh
I'm real right, do you wrong as hell
Black Mike just got out of jail
Teacher [?] 'bout to press
He taught Skub how to fight the best
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Got the lil' strap from Big Rell
Huh, have [?] like my cousin [?]
Still go at your neck, I'm alive 'til death
All my niggas iced out off trappin'
All your niggas burnt out off cappin'
Y'all niggas move loose like a lil' rabbit
End up smokin' boots 'cause she got cat dance
Bitch smacked
Nah, hit him with a spinning backfist
Hit a Jojo, two 'bows of cat piss
I'd make any brick, I'd get back this, ooh
I ain't tryna speak, no, naw
Squad, huh, I'd never bleak on y'all
Lil' Blood, big Blood keep a street on call
He survived every week, went weeks with no body, huh
Depending on me to get it rockin'
I ain't asked no nigga for an option, huh
Gave every bitch they option, you can leave, you can stay, huh
