Trash Squad - Impress Me (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells [Verse 1: Slaide Gein] All my team gotta hustle hard Crying Codeine Slaide Escobar Let's have one more session cuh Get it for the low blow wrestler Mail it to a regular peddler I'm offendin ya get all the sh** across the f**ing nebular We putting them guns at registers I love kittens mittens and dealing Krok in the kitchen pealing All the money out the wall Don't open that window it's cold I don't give a sh** about the money at all I just don't wanna see another body get cold Hol up high roller baller sick as ebola Mini golfer ogre boulder call a ambo Pull up with a white lambo Looking swag tonight damn and yo Squad just seem so thirsty, camel Can't see me Cena cammo ammo Snake Squad... Sleezy!!! [Hook] In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells [Verse 2: Yung Fall] Young fall in the cut Young fall in your but (no h*mo) If you get it bleached, don't get it on my shirt Pull up at the trap house like skurr, skurr, skurr Selling dimes on the corner like work, work, work If you step up on Bilal, Yung Fall gon' murk, murk, murk For real though, I'd rather be dead than in a cell So if police looking for me, tell 'em go to hell Meanwhile I'm packing bricks in Fed-Ex for sale I send it through the post, call that G-Mail Check Instagram, the crowd-source my confidence I just stole that line, I don't care I'm not wearing pants That made no sense sorry I'm on some tabs like Chance Let's dance, you got shampoo in your eyes, tonight's getting colder I'ma wash your body with bullets, that's head and shoulders [Hook] In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells [Verse 3: Gucci FlipFlops] Make this sh** look easy Jesus walking in my white yeezys Don't make me turn them into some red Octobers Step up towards me and it be over End up on the news Chain thicker than a noose Only type of tie I'll wear Make a sell even if I gotta die out there Avoiding cells, sh** be wild in there Zebra striped coke lines, wilding there King of the concrete jungle, selling rock b**h, I'm posted up on the block Scola, tryna get that skrilla Catch a cop, chop his soul put him next to Dilla Call me Mr.dealer, Mr candy man I can treat your nose Dodging cops, ducking on the po I ain't tryna make a pose Selling for all my woes [Hook] In the trap whipping up the rocks, n***as gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard on these streets, avoid cells In the trap whipping rocks, gotta make a sell Living on the block, this block is like a living hell Bust down through ya door then we proceed to k** Gotta hustle hard, avoid prison cells