scimmy – pressed lyrics
(intro)
my whole team goes ay ay ay
ay ay ay
okay
(hook)
why you look so pressed?
give it time to process
i ain’t even blow yet
b+tch i’mma start
if i gotta go next
she ain’t give me dome yet
i’ve been on the road
tryna play this guitar
why you look so pressed?
do i gotta know yet?
i been on the ‘416 in the car
i got you these roses
shoot like the rosé
if you gon’ meet me right back at the bar
(verses)
okay, i, know i can be too hot to handle
b+tches always talk behind my back like some rendals
yeah, i got a bag that be hеavier than anvils
heatin’ up the bеat that you couldn’t hold a candle
to, baby come through
i got you some ‘lix you can mix with the juice
we could take a pic in the fix by the pool
i don’t really give a f+ck, baby, what you tryna do?
at the spot again, i’m in another argument
i’m tryna get this sh+t that get you bouncin’ off the wall like peter parker did
he said, “b+tch, you’re not spider+man”
i get it.. but f+ck it, i’m an arsonist
flames on my back like a fire cape
dave wrote a sh+tty post about me, fire dave
got five days to blow up
if not, i’m pullin’ up with a god d+mn sword like the iron age
(hook)
why you look so pressed?
give it time to process
i ain’t even blow yet
b+tch i’mma start
if i gotta go next
she ain’t give me dome yet
i’ve been on the road
tryna play this guitar
why you look so pressed?
do i gotta know yet?
i been on the ‘416 in the car
i got you these roses
shoot like the rosé
if you gon’ meet me right back at the bar
(verses)
i am not pressed, b+tch, i’m angry (angry)
only make hits like the yankees
let the choppa sing like frankie
b+tch, i only throw hands like mankey
i don’t need no gucci on my back but it looks great
i can see the diamond on your neck but it looks fake
i’ll be drinkin’ cups all day, so washed out, hey
had to go and work a job but i couldn’t even look straight
chasin’ after commas, i’ll probably
be the next worst thing that you heard of, honestly
how the f+ck i’m so funny but a sad kid?
also, producin’ lookin’ for the free samples like costco
i balled with your b+tch out in cabo
she said my lyrics are colder than ice in chicago
i think i just hit the lotto
heaven, say god flow
one day here, i’ll be done by tomorrow
(hook)
why you look so pressed?
give it time to process
i ain’t even blow yet
b+tch i’mma start
if i gotta go next
she ain’t give me dome yet
i’ve been on the road
tryna play this guitar
why you look so pressed?
do i gotta know yet?
i been on the ‘416 in the car
i got you these roses
shoot like the rosé
if you gon’ meet me right back at the bar
(outro)
okay
uhm, yes sir
i get that
yes?
yes
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