[Intro: Pressa]
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Let's start it off, before they hit the water, I was in the deep end
Don't take no snap, even if you go and post and then delete it
They want the drop just so n***as could pull up and get even
But this 30 in this glizzy make a n***a talk to Jesus
Take a look, if it wasn't for the streets, there'd be no Pressa
Had a name up in the streets before the rappin' like the rest
Know I could stand alone without a pack and still compress it
See, my warya, yеah, he a killer, after this, hе gon' need Mecca
Stretch 'em out just like the stretcher
Fuck the opps, we test they temperature
Long time, never kill a man, word to crodie Dexter
Killers hang with killers, so I'm postin' with the steppers
They call me Press Machine 'cause I'm a certified finesser
Uh

[Chorus: Pressa & Why G]
Killers hang with killers, don't approach me
I say, killers hang with killers, so I'm postin' up with crodie
35'll kill you for a Roley
Uh, smoke all in the city, should've known that it get smokey
Killers hang with killers, don't approach me
I say, killers hang with killers, so I'm postin' up with crodie
35'll kill you for a Roley
Uh, smoke all in the city, should've known that it get smokey (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 2: Why G]
I know some real killers, they move lowkey (Wlatt)
Don't even smoke weed, they'll turn you to a bogie (Grandma)
Put you in a coffin, lookin' cozy (Comfy)
Or throw your dead body in the water like a floatie (Splash)
Spot an undercover officer by those Oakley's (On him)
Press Machine my twin, you know we like Zach and Cody (Cronem)
Name-brand dead n***as, you know they some trophies (Gas)
He was Muslim, but we left lil' woadie holy (Rah, rah, rah)
I'm a road runner and these n***as some coyotes (Bah)
Killers hang with killers, but sometimes I'm on my lonely (I am)
I know millionaires, cronem got a mill' from Sony (He did)
And when this glizzy kickin', he be catchin' shots like goalies (Rah, rah)

[Chorus: Pressa]
Killers hang with killers, don't approach me
I say, killers hang with killers, so I'm postin' up with crodie
35'll kill you for a Roley
Uh, smoke all in the city, should've known that it get smokey
Killers hang with killers, don't approach me
I say, killers hang with killers, so I'm postin' up with crodie
35'll kill you for a Roley
Uh, smoke all in the city, should've known that it get smokey