text: Impress Me Lyrics
  Ayy, yo
  I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
  And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin
  And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
  If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
  This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet
  Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in
  I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham
  Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
  She dont want me for me, thats why theres makeup all over the foreign
  She see me in DnG, oh, now we got suttin in common
  She said that Im puttin on weight, where were you when I was puttin on weight from porridge?
  She probably wouldnt eat with me if it wasnt steak and lobster
  She see me in expensive Jeeps , wanna hop in
  Would you have walked with me when I had to walk to college
  She wanna talk about the weekend, not bout my problems
  All I talk is drugs, guns, commas 
  Youre a good girl, why you wanna be around with the drillers, shottas?
  You dont wanna be at the shootouts but when were out in the summer, topless
  And she dont want me for me, she aint got options
  This nigga next to me got bread and a whole lotta watches
  I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
  And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin
  And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
  If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
  This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet
  Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in
  I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham
  Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
  She dont want me for me, I clocked her and now she wanna beef with me
  She dont wanna be seen with me if it aint in the passy of the GLE
  She dont want matching feelings, she wanna match double Gs with me
  She wanna go swing Ps, but wouldnt touch the ends, do a re with me
  She wanna do it officially with me, but if I werent lit, shell leave
  She wanna press me, pressed on a Championship team
  She dont want me for me, she just want the wads in my Diesel jeans
  Thats the only thing she sees in me, she dont want me for me
  I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
  And she dont want me for me, then she probably had Headie, already
  Bust down my neck, yeah
  Now she thinks Im sexy, wanna do Nelly and Kelly
  But thats a dilemma, ahh
  Oh, nah, nah-nah-nah
  Girl, you gotta do better, uh-uh, theres no pressure 
  I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
  And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin
  And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
  If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
  This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet
  Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in
  I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham
  Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem2Embed