Tough Decisions (Explicit) Lyrics
Tough Decisions (Explicit) - Pressa
Lyrics by:Quinton Gardner
Composed by:Quinton Gardner
Produced by:Dane Denis Jozsef Szabo/Artem Raschepkin
I wake up tough decisions
Go balencior the rick
I pop out baby glock 23 or 26
I got killers in the trap plus
I bulletproofed the whip
Okay let's go
Know we 'bout it 'bout it
I'm the one to split your wig
Pff pff pff
We can't pull over we got time
In this ride yeah
I'm still outside with the gang 365
All these pointers on my wrist
It feel like my hands are tied
Got the addy to your crib
And we might come inside
4 am in Magic City like the ****
Don't never end nah
Had to go and make the ends meet
Just to make it out the ends
I still could slide and go **** on my ex *****
She circled back and she act like we friends
I wake up tough decisions
Go Balenci' or the Rick
I pop out baby Glock 23 or 26
I got killers in the trap
Plus I bulletproofed the whip
Okay let's go
Know we 'bout it 'bout it
I'm the one to split your wig Pff
We can't pull over we got time
In this ride yeah
I'm still outside with the gang 365
All these pointers on my wrist
It feel like my hands are tied
Got the addy to your crib
And we might come inside
Off the juice off the liquor
Now you loose with the trigger
I catch a hot off the music
My focus bein' bigger
She gon' charge a lil' fee to see me real nigga
She wanna B and E and sleep with killers
Yeah
I can get him whacked just off a phone see
I got reach
With tequila in my cup and my foot
All in the beach
These ******* goin' crazy for the kid
Just like my fiends
**** around I'll pick you up
But you look better on your knees
I wake up tough decisions
Go Balenci' or the Rick
I pop out baby Glock 23 or 26
I got killers in the trap plus
I bulletproofed the whip
Okay let's go
Know we 'bout it 'bout it
I'm the one to split your wig Pff
We can't pull over
We got time in this ride yeah
I'm still outside with the gang 365 yeah
All these pointers on my wrist
It feel like my hands are tied
Got the addy to your crib
And we might come inside nah
Got the addy to your crib
And we might come inside