Wire - Pressa

Niggas they ain’t careful, niggas on they own shit

They gone give they man up, they ain’t even know it

And my phone is so tapped, I ain’t even focused

I ain’t gotta hear static on my phone just to notice

I’m so scared of the wire

Watch what you be sayin'

All it takes is one false conversation

And, they gone hit you with a project

After that your man dead

Police killed my best friend, uh, fifty year sentence

Shooter on the left end

I know youngins' that’ll kill you but, they can’t read a sentence

They gone smoke him, his family ventin'

Brand new fuckin' Rari but its rented

But the Lambo straight cash

Got it straight off the trap, feds on my phone please don’t make them hear that

So I got a PGP

Ay, and free my triple OG

He got life for just a homi-scene

Bullets in his back and bullets in his arteries

They say we move like the narcos, project Kryptic, project Marvel

I think I got them startled, 20 racks up in these cargos

Free my bros, let em go

I’m on the block, sent the youngin' to the store

Rarri, rarri, or rosey rose

Be careful how you talk, there’s third party on the phone