[Intro: Pressa]
K-koke
Ugh? Ok
Press machine, press machine, UK

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Time zone, new clock
Shooter named red fox
Headshot, and that fifth work like robots
Yo' block, four Glock's, turned into a paint shop
I was bred from a dead crop
Shooting, tragic, no need get you vanished (Gone)
You ain't never met a killer like man is
My block, Taso, shooting up his palace
Ran him down in my Nikes or New Balance
Bad bitch from Dupont, I swear I do her so wrong
Shorty give me head with her lisp tongue
Driftwood, bap bap, kill him while his whip frost (Cold block)
Bullets make him buckle up and criss cross
Savagery, close range, gun tall as two feet (Bang)
He ain't makin' it through surgery
Broom sticks, dust pan, started gettin' dusty
(Kill 'em for free, fuck a salary)

[Hook: K-koke]
Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
Man know every ting dead
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
Man know every ting dead
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
[Verse 2: K-koke, Pressa]
Look, beard dickheads talking crud and that
Suck your mother fam, put a slug in that
Pull up, hop out and watch him do the running man
Pussy done the chat, you dickheads ain't coming back
Funny man, talking like he walking with his gun in hand
Run him down, but from a distance I could gun him down
Running rounds, lightning hit him when I fund the sound
Spun him round, and lift his spirit to another realm
Fucking hell, it just feels like I'm just stuck in hell
Ducking L's tryna do this shit my fucking self
Rubbing scales, I got unit for the fuckin' sales
I'm fucking Judas, got my shooter stuck up in a cell
It's yours truly, I stuck up for myself there's nothin' you can do me
'Cause this Uzi got me feeling stealth, runnin' through this movie Tryna boost up on my wealth, BAM! BAM!
(Kill 'em for free, fuck a salary)

[Hook: K-koke]
Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
Man know every ting dead
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
Man know every ting dead
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!