Attachments (Clean)

Attachments (Clean) - Pressa/Coi Leray

Lyrics by：Quinton Gardner/Brittany Collins/Nelson Ballard

Composed by：Quinton Gardner/Nelson Ballard

Produced by：Nell On The Beat

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back

Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached

On C O D she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these ***** a*s 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 can

You see that cut he couldn't shake he want him dead

Boy play with me we got Glocks and BMD's

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

Taliban ain't do no d**gs but when he kill **** 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 **** that he had to find the Lord

And murda murda murda

We broke more **** than the law

Lil' ***** I hit that beat and watch that **** just like a pause

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

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

From the 6ix but I got 36 all in the brick

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

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back

Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached

On C O D she sees this glizzy got attachments

For all these ***** a*s 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 can

You see that cut he couldn't shake he want him dead

Yeah let's go

Yeah **** the fate

Me and my niggas are great

We gon get this cake

Don't give a **** what they say

Pop bottles like ***** we made it

All it took was a little bit of patience

I'm different your ***** is basic

Still can't believe that I made it

Gotta watch who around me

Around me

And **** whoever thought of me

Looked down on me

My Grandma gone but I know she proud of me

I know she proud of me

And I promise ain't no stopping me yeah

Let's go

**** boys they make me sick

Gucci gone match this fit

Everyday ***** we lit

Gon get it how you live

Watch us all get rich

Make these haters sick

They won't believe it

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she called me back

Soon as I ice out my wrist she got attached

On C O D she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these ***** a*s 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 can

You see that cut he couldn't shake he want him dead