Pressin' My Bunk

[Intro]

(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1]

Scar tissue, what was left from that AR pistol

Sunflower seeds everywhere, look like a shark bit you (Grrt)

Bob Vila with the tool, keep a power drill (It's a drill)

I feel like Meechie, cookin' up in a pair of Forums (Free the guys)

Gucci Adidas with the creatures, tryna bear the storm (227)

Same lil' Moochie off of Belvidere and Warren (Eastside)

I drop a nickel, they gon' smack you by end of the week (DOA)

Another dime, he ain't gon' get to live to see the morning (Not at all)

Niggas out here holdin' on by the skin of their teeth

While I'm at the table hookin' up, settin' dinner for three

All of these starships and rockets, feel like outer space (Yeah)

Foreigns double-parked all on your block, shit look out of place

Before the clock struck noon, I ran up a bankie

Twistin' up a sixty-two, wrist hella janky (Skrrt, skrrt)

Caught a flight on Grand River, had to call Perky

In the spig with my killers and we all scurry

[Chorus]

This new shit'll make your toes curl

Brick of him and her, know we got the best of both worlds (Yeah)

Movie clip reels, ghetto Steven Spielberg (Uh-huh)

Curbside service, tell 'em, "Pull up to the self-serve" (Pull up)

Good dope sell itself on them trail ways (A1)

Murder-for-hire, had to pick me up a skilled trade

Did what I had to do to get the bills paid (Where we at?)

Pressin' my bunk, daydreamin' 'bout the big stage

[Verse 2]

This shit was all a blur

It get so cold in the D, I went and bought a fur (Chinchilla)

Highbridge to Vallejo, I got ghetto love (Real stripes)

For sellin' drugs, niggas made it do what it do

Unless you talkin' codeine, don't do medicinal

Nine zips on the scale, that's a two-fifty-two (A quarter brickie)

Cash and carry, I can never do municipal (Nah)

Fresh up out that boot camp clique, I'm the new Mystikal (Stay dangerous)

Still'll rape a nigga village like I came to pillage

Still'll take a nigga face he don't pay his ticket (Real killer)

Hands-on with the bag, know I'm tray specific (Hands-on)

Exchangin' cash for goods and ancient artifacts (Where we at?)

Had a Chrome Heart attack, went into cardiac (Jack God)

Sold him a fistful of beans, that's a party pack

Don't get me started, drop a fifty on your starter cap (Uh)

Started with a sixty, now the bag big as Farmer Jack

[Chorus]

This new shit'll make your toes curl

Brick of him and her, know we got the best of both worlds (Yeah)

Movie clip reels, ghetto Steven Spielberg (Uh-huh)

Curbside service, tell 'em, "Pull up to the self-serve" (Pull up)

Good dope sell itself on them trail ways (A1)

Murder-for-hire, had to pick me up a skilled trade

Did what I had to do to get the bills paid (Where we at?)

Pressin' my bunk, daydreamin' 'bout the big stage