Attachments (Remix)

By Pressa

On Gardner Express (Deluxe)

Released on April 30, 2021

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[Chorus: Pressa]

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I iced out all my wrists she got attached

And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch-ass niggas that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram

Say, "Free my niggas", swing his knife all in the cam

You see that could and couldn't shit, he wound up dead


[Verse 1: Pressa]

Boy, play with me, we got Glocks and BMDs

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

Taliban ain'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 opps, they crippin', but lately they had to bleed

See, uh, that Glock right on my lap, not under the seat

Free my nigga, he a nightmare, he a dream

Hit the floor, pray for my niggas for the mail they won't receive

They got my nigga behind the wall

And crodie kill so much shit that he had to find Allah

And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law

Lil' bitch, I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause

On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell them go

Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him, wrap his little bro

From the 6ix, but I got thirty-six all in the brick

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

[Chorus: Pressa & Coi Leray]

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I iced out all my wrists she got attached

And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch-ass niggas that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram

Say, "Free my niggas", swing his knife all in the cam (Uh)

You see that could and couldn't shit, he wound up dead (Yeah, let's go)


[Verse 2: Coi Leray]

Huh, yeah, fuck the fake, uh, me and my niggas great, uh (Me and my niggas)

We gon' get this cake, uh, don't give a fuck what they say (Yeah)

Pop bottles like bitch, we made it, uh, all it took was a little bit of patience

I'm different, your bitch is basic, yeah, still can't believe that I made it

Gotta watch who around me (Around me)

And fuck whoever doubted me (Looked down on me, and fuck who doubted me)

My grandma gone but I know she proud of me, yeah (Know she proud of me)

And I promise, ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah (Let's go)

Yeah, broke bitches make me sick, yeah

Gucci gon' match this fit (This fit), yeah

Everyday, bitch, we lit (We lit)

Go on. get it how you live (Live)

Watch us all get rich, uh (Rich), make these haters sick, uh (Ugh)

They won't believe it

[Chorus: Pressa, Coi Leray, Pressa & Coi Leray]

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back, uh

Soon as I iced out all my wrists she got attached, uh

And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments (Ooh, woah)

For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back (Yeah, uh)

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance (Yeah, yeah)

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram (Yeah, yeah, let's go)

Say "Free my niggas", swing his knife all in the cam (Pressa, Pressa)

You see that could and couldn't shit, he wound up dead (Pressa)