[Intro: Pressa]
Pressa
You know how we rock, n***a, long live 2x
4400
Wassa
(Outtakey)

[Chorus]
Need that bag right now, I cannot wait, I'm in a rush, though
Know youngins in the bando and they servin' out the front door
N***as hate on me, I'm like Kawhi for real, for what, though?
Don't pay 'em no mind, I just sit back and smoke this blunt, though
I know something for one, though, I'll never let this gun go
Forever let my gun blow, we so used to that gunsmoke
We do not let them come close, where I'm from, it's just one road
A lot of shit to unfold, I'm still stickin' to one code

[Verse 1]
Man, this shit so cold
Man, I'm still so young, but I'm still feelin' so old
If he get close, lift his soul, we won't miss with 'em
Tell them boys to stop right hеre 'cause we don't mix with thеm

[Verse 2: Pressa]
Uh, we don't mix with them, that glizzy got a drum
I'm steady smokin' dubs, out in LA with the cuz
See, it's so hard to love, my heart, it skip a beat
We bully the bullies, but we learn from the geeks
Love the gang, it's like a drug, R.I.P. the ones above
Your freedom on the line, five stories, better jump
My n***a bred an opp bitch, should've wore a glove
That n***a caught a headshot, goofy should've ducked
For real
[Chorus]
Need that bag right now, I cannot wait, I'm in a rush, though
Know youngins in the bando and they servin' out the front door
N***as hate on me, I'm like Kawhi for real, for what, though?
Don't pay 'em no mind, I just sit back and smoke this blunt, though
I know something for one, though, I'll never let this gun go
Forever let my gun blow, we so used to that gunsmoke
We do not let them come close, where I'm from, it's just one road
A lot of shit to unfold, I'm still stickin' to one code

[Verse 3: Pressa]
I'm still stickin' to one code
I'm gamblin', I got one roll
Lil' bitch, I'm from Toronto
Pressa shoot shit like Dalano
We see shit just like goggles
In the club, we blow a lotto
He get shot, he don't get bottles
Pressa machine, plugged in with the vatos

[Verse 4]
I'm still stickin' to one block
I'm still stickin' to one Glock
We pull up, let that stick talk
We pull up, let that switch bark
We hop out, he can't run far
Four demons hop out, one car
Wassa sendin' PackSmarts
Wassa sendin' passports
Just tell me where to transport
When we slide, it's in sport
Glizzy or the SIG Sauer
My shooters don't hit backboard
We hit the switch, we fast forward
Police on a n***a, task force
I was trappin' by Tadmore
Jane and Drift, but not Danforth
[Chorus]
Need that bag right now, I cannot wait, I'm in a rush, though
Know youngins in the bando and they servin' out the front door
N***as hate on me, I'm like Kawhi for real, for what, though?
Don't pay 'em no mind, I just sit back and smoke this blunt, though
I know something for one, though, I'll never let this gun go
Forever let my gun blow, we so used to that gunsmoke
We do not let them come close, where I'm from, it's just one road
A lot of shit to unfold, I'm still stickin' to one code