Lyrics

[Intro] Pressin' all, pressin' all Pressin' all, pressin' all Pressin' all that shit, I'ma fuck wit' her emotions Pressin' all that shit, I'ma fuck wit' her emotions Pressin' all that shit, I'ma fuck wit' her emotions (I will make your corpse dance) So what? Ooh, I'ma shit on you niggas (Yuh), watch, ha [Chorus] You sold Os, lil' nigga? I sold Ps Chopper gotta big dick that like to pee-e-e Bullet hit your membrane and hit delete-e-e Now you slee-e-ep, while you lea-ea-eak [Verse] I'ma sing to your bitch with no Auto-Tune Hundred round choppers ain't enough, I need a lot of goons Bitch waking up to no Uber, get out of my room We ain't talking, money, drugs, or head, then get out of my tomb I'm a incel? Bitch, fuck it, we go very well These niggas eyein' me, they need to fucking get a scale Diamonds on my forehead, buffer than a beta male Cocaine white, Nike Air Force fishscale [Chorus] You sold Os, lil' nigga? I sold Ps Chopper gotta big dick that like to pee-e-e Bullet hit your membrane and hit delete-e-e Now you slee-e-ep, while you lea-ea-eak [Outro] Ayy