[Intro: Tazy Coolando]
Ladies and gentlemen, please stand the fuck up!
[Verse 1: Tazy Coolando]
I'm here to put the press on
Anybody that feel like they next on
I'm the one that should be flexon
'Cause if we talking flows, they know that I got the best one
Like I'm always in the studio, no sleep with sweats on
Thou shalt not respect a nigga that respect a nigga with a dress on
It's only women that we sexon
Listen mister liar, tell me have you met a Smith & Wesson
No, you never met a Smith & Wesson, son
[Verse 2: E.Lavoz]
I'm here to put the press on em
And he gon' feel the pressure, I make diamonds
Keep my uzi by the dresser
And my bitch weigh a ton, I got a chip on my shoulder
I'm finna stretch a nigga out cause he look at me sideways and his gestures ain't familiar
You've been sleeping with your eyes open
It's ironic, I've been "beasting", you seen hawks tote'n
I'm in "beastmode" feasting leaving corpse floating
Bout to go ape-shit boasting, leaving yall toasty
It's a cold world, next body we gon' body rappers
We gon' pop them like Bacardi wrappers
If that's a stretch, I'll do Pilates after
I been a mess, my lyrics sloppy, you a copy rapper
See I'm a hitman, you the man I'm after
I'm just a man with power
You feel like Kanan when that banger on your hip, I understand that I'm the man without it
Now keep your word, cause whats a man without it
Keep your faith, cause whats a man without him
Protect your life, cause what's a man without it
That bullet got your name and price I got a box to drop its... FUCK!
Too many niggas dying dog
[Chorus: Tazy Coolando]
I'm 'bout to go APE-SHITT!
'Cause lately I've...
Been feeling like they hate on me
I-I-I-I-I
[Verse 3: Y.Not]
What the fuck these niggas got on press-ons?
They should've put a nigga to rest on
3-piece suit with a vest on, please don't get your chest blown out
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Say you killer you a pussy
Killers never say they kill, y'all some rookies but
I got a lot to say
The way y'all hating on niggas, shit is not okay
I'm getting frankly to the point I gotta get the K
But I'm tryna live my life in many better ways
But, by now should know what time it is
Product of my environment
All I know is I'm too real for all this lying shit
Mont re is "Just do it" fuck all the trying shit
The problem is y'all can't finish what y'all done started here
Well, well, well, what we got here
None of you niggas, I shall not fear
I fear god and none of you niggas not him
All the sneak dissing shit have you sleeping with fishes
It's time to put the press on niggas, they all depressed
So I suggest all you guys think bigger but do not flex
Because you ain't no better then the next nigga
Just perfect everything you gon' perfect young nigga
Then ask whats next
'Cause this shit don't come over night
But I guess y'alls did
So did that Honda and the keys to your moms crib
Better be careful, bringing squad to where your mom's live
When y'all sit together tryna rob shit
Where your head at?
Bringing all them snake niggas where your bread at
And if he ain't your day 1 stay away from him son, cause that niggas right there he a stray cat
Straight like that
Now all you niggas Bang! Bang!
But won't see me with the hands cause you can't hang
Go and run to get his joint but he can't aim
All y'all lil' niggas really do the same thing
Hey, no more G'd up from the feet up moments
Work hard so you can put your feet up homie
Otherwise, you'll be stuck in the cycle just like them other guys tryna live another life that you ain't bout homie
[Chorus: Tazy Coolando]
I'm 'bout to go APE-SHITT!
'Cause lately I've...
Been feeling like they hate on me
I-I-I-I-I
I'm 'bout to go APE-SHITT!
'Cause lately I've...
Been feeling like they hate on me
I-I-I-I-I
[Outro: Tazy Coolando]
I'm here put the press on anybody that feel like they next on
'Cause if we talkin' flows they know that I got the best one
Thou shalt not respect a nigga that respect with a dress on
No you never met a Smith & Wesson, son
I'm here to put the press on x3
