wassi callin

every night i hear wassi callin' x4

press machine

ugh ugh

pressa got me fellin' like the city mine

and niggas ridin' dick just for a co-sign

they ain't never shoot a nigga much less really grind

i'm my own boss

work on my own time

and niggas hating' on me baby notice it

and you're partially the reason why it's happening

niggas wanna shoot me but they fidgeting

and all that side talk i feel like pulling' it

niggas in my city they ain't do a lot

they gon' claim a body another nigga caught

flexin' on the gram with another niggas wad

i learn to get this money stash it till it rot

what happened to the throne all my niggas lost

it costs to be a boss so nigga whatchu got

and i be sellin' shit way more than amazon

and my bitch catch a body like she remy ma

they be lyin' just to know who we really are

we went from shootin' at the cops for running from the north

life in the shopping cart

i'm in the killa car

if he ain't bfr

then tell him be a far

can't afford this name on my disclosure

i love to read these nigga do my home work

they took my bro wass lost my composure

and every dream of him of him i feel closer

and niggas they so normal they so typical

i learned to chip a brick and turn my wrist to gold

i been stuntin' on these niggas like i'm stone cold

and that kick out the fifth felt like a field goal

money like bmo

flyer than ufos

and they say i'm too wassi for the radio

and ain't no better way than learnin' on your own

and cops keep tellin' venues not to book my show

fuck this rap shit

i used to wrap shit

reply to a diss song i find it pointless

book your appointment

it get annoying

30 shots so much bullets you couldn't avoid it

soon as the december hit

the getting ricoish

project marvel kid

they find it marvelous

black mask

black gloves

black timberlands

and this one gon' scar permanent

she fuck with savages

that got no milage

and all she wanna do is be my stylist

i made a hunnid g's of lg

and i live by the courts like i'm lg

i been runnin' up the shit but no athlete

i live by the court like i'm lg

i been runnin' up the shit but no athlete

and i got the fifth on me number 30

i been ballin' on these niggas jalen poyser

i just blew 50k on my lawyer

shordy in la might employ her

but pressa couldn't even cross the border

pressa armani

t-shirt givenchy

lately been busy

whipped up a whole key

tryna stay lowkey

smoking' your homies

this game it got slapped like nintendo

niggas want respect with no credentials

and i stay with the stick like a old folk

she got hot now i'm switchin' up my rental