Attachments - Pressa, Coi Leray

I couldn’t believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back

Soon as I iced out my wrist she got attached

On C.O.D she see this Glizzy got attachments

For all this bitch ass niggas that try to circle back

Sizzlac got hit up and the party and did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they ain’t post him on the gram

Say free my niggas, swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn’t shake he want him dead

Boy play with me we got Glocks and BMD’s

And there’s a difference from a robber and a thief

Taliban don’t do no drugs but when he kill shit he get geeked

I knew that nigga was dead when he popped up on my feed

My oops say crip but lately, they have to bleed

See Uh that Glock on my lap not under the seat

Free my nigga he a nightmare he a dream

Hit da floor pray for my niggas for the mail they won’t receive

They got my nigga behind the wall

And crodi killed so much shit that he had to find the lord

And murda murda murda we broke more shit than the law

Lil bitch Ihit the beat and watch that shit just like a pause

On lil bruh, put them youngins in the car tell em go

Wrap the plug, if we can’t get to him wrap his lil bruh

From the 6ix, but I got 36 all in the brick

My OG he so goofy he ain’t know that I was hit

I couldn’t believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back

Soon as I iced out my wrist she got attached

On C.O.D she see this Glizzy got attachments

For all this bitch ass niggas that try to circle back

Sizzllac got hit up and the party and did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they ain’t post him on the gram

Say free my niggas, swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn’t shake he want him dead

Thought he was a shooter until he got his ass shot

Ain’t running outof money bitch we running outta oops

Just caught a play for ten thousand I spent that shit on Glocks

He spent 10 on his chain, shoulda saved it for a box

That’s why I hopped out the AR and knocked him out his socks

He called my laughing told me Wass that shit on Fox

They thought that cause I got money that the murda gon stop

I’m on that front line in the trenches with my OX

Ain’t stop till they all dead I put that on the code

My niggas down to roll doing life without parole

That fake ass gangster image he portrayed got exposed

When he went in front the judge and he told

I couldn’t believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back

Soon as I iced out my wrist she got attached

On C.O.D she see this Glizzy got attachments

For all this bitch ass niggas that try to circle back

Sizzlac got hit up and the party and did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they ain’t post him on the gram

Say free my niggas, swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn’t shake he wanthim dead