Lyrics Ouija Board - Pressa , D-Block Europe

Ski

I hit fiends and freeze ′em foes
Bando scary like a ouija board
Says she never been Dior
Pull up in something she ain't seen before
Real niggas don′t need the law
Why the fuck would I keep her for?
I hate fiends, and friends, and foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board

I need a new bag fill up the bag
Feds on the way ready to trap (Yeah)
He got nobody but he saying slatt (Slatt)
Hit up his block hit up his cap (Yeah)
Gucci the shoes, Gucci the sweats
Gucci the sweater, and Gucci the hat (Hat)
Lil' nigga gun in the class (Class)
I told my engineer yo' bring it back (Back, uh)

She can′t feel her facе soon as this pill kick in
My junkie complaining ′bout the traffic he got four childrеn (Traffic)
I still serve the junkie and the old women
One took out the pipe and give him autism (Ski, ski)

I be with it
Put it in the Pyrex, can't see it
Chef 29 like I gotta be the best
Mom said that the lean gon′ be my death
I got Chanaynay for my main bae
Lean and perc' on the same day
Baby girl, I ain′t feeling the same
New AP and I'm still late

I hit fiends and freeze ′em foes
Bando scary like a ouija board
Says she never been Dior
Pull up in something she ain't seen before
Real niggas don't need the law
Why the fuck would I keep her for?
I hate fiends, and friends, and foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board

I need a new bag fill up the bag
Feds on the way ready to trap (Yeah)
He got nobody but he saying slatt (Slatt)
Hit up his block hit up his cap (Yeah)
Gucci the shoes, Gucci the sweats
Gucci the sweater, and Gucci the hat (Hat)
Lil′ nigga gun in the class (Class)
I told my engineer yo′ bring it back (Back)

She said "Oh, so you're from London? You like tea and crumpets?"
Where I′m from real bad man (Yeah), real fuckin' gunman
Checking the crack, I turn on the tap, I whip up a batch the magic went poof (Ski, ski, ski)
Come hit my trap and ask all the cats if it was all cap, they′ll tell you the truth (Ski, ski, ski)

Ask about my traps get like Ouija boards
I come from freezing foes
Hit your block like Theodore
Bad bitch like Rita Ora
My shoes Christian Dior
I got what she looking for
The trap still boomin' north

My trap′s moving all alone like a Ouija board
Every time I pull up, don't you know I need you more
You look good in Dior, that's what I bought it for
I done spent another mortgage on my Audemar

I hit fiends and freeze ′em foes
Bando scary like a ouija board
Says she never been Dior
Pull up in something she ain′t seen before
Real niggas don't need the law
Why the fuck would I keep her for?
I hate fiends, and friends, and foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board

I need a new bag fill up the bag
Feds on the way ready to trap (Yeah)
He got nobody but he saying slatt (Slatt)
Hit up his block hit up his cap (Yeah)
Gucci the shoes, Gucci the sweats
Gucci the sweater, and Gucci the hat (Hat)
Lil′ nigga gun in the class (Class)
I told my engineer yo' bring it back (Back, uh)