Attachments (feat. Coi Leray)

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back

Soon as I ice out all my wrists, she got attached

And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass **** 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 ****", swing his knife all in the cam

You see, that could and couldn't shit, he wind up 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 drugs, but when he kill shit, he get geeked

I knew that **** 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 ****, he a nightmare, he a dream

Hit the floor, pray for my **** for the mail they won't receive

They got my **** behind the wall

And Crodie kill so much shit that he had to find the Lord

And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law

Lil' bitch I hit that beat and watch that shit 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 little bro

From the six, but I got thirty-six 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 all my wrists, she got attached

And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass **** 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 ****", swing his knife all in the cam

You see, that could and couldn't shit, he wind up dead

(Yeah, let's go)

Yeah, fuck the fate

Me and my ****'s are great (Me and my ****)

We gon' get this cake (We gon' get this)

Don't give a fuck what they say (Yeah)

Pop bottles like, "Bitch, we made it"

All it took was a little bit of patience

I'm different, your bitch is basic

Yeah, still can't believe that I made it

Gotta watch who around me (Around me)

And fuck whoever doubted me (Doubted me)

My grandma gone, but I know she proud of me, yeah

(I know she proud of me)

And I promise, ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah

Let's go (Yeah)

Fuckboys, they make me sick

Yeah, Gucci gon' match this 'fit (This 'fit)

Yeah, everyday, bitch, we lit (We lit)

Go on, get it how you live (Live)

Watch us all get rich, uh

Make these haters sick, uh

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 all my wrists, she got attached

And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass **** 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 (Let's go)

Say, "Free my ****", swing his knife all in the cam

You see, that could and couldn't shit, he wind up dead (Pressa)