Pressure
I'm gettin money these bitches can Digg it
They kno that young KashTalk is Back in the building
Keep smelling my drip
While I'm kickin this loubitin
Don't give a fuck bout Lil buddy or Who he wit
You get the picture like Kodak
The flow is authentic you niggas Can't lojack
I came from the Souf & you nigga Gone kno that
Malaya Reine got my heart & that's No kap
I turnt Dem niggas change into sum Dollas
Come thru window drop ya spot on Sum water
Hold ya nigga down wen he havin Problems
Niggas go missin come back wit sum Problems
Cut the stove on put the Pyrex on Fire
Add a lil womtpy womp wait till it Lock up
Guess who it is
I don't jam it's the glock up
KashTalk and ima need all of my Profit
These niggas holdin they nuts on me
I had sum young niggas change on Me
Most of my family ashamed of me
Dese bitches don wan put my name On it
But I bounce back like a hit ah the str8 Drop
Young nigga really bout to take off
KashTalk back like Adolph
You don't really wanna face off
I had a 3 sum at the lake house
I beat ya baby momma face up
Get it
I ain't talkin no make up
Niggas sneak dissin I do dis shit fa The haters
These niggas is really sum bacon
Put em on plates and
Kill ah Lil salt wit sum flava
Drippin harda den a bitch
Monkey nuts on the stick
Carbon 1 5 kick
Fully loaded wit the dick
Flooded rolly on the wrist
Makin These niggas sick
KashTalk pharmaceutical
Makin plays don Julio
In the trenches dont know who ya know
Fuck all that shit
I get radical (radical)
Fuck on yo bitch
Then I let her go (dismissal)
Niggas be sending subliminals
At me directly my nigga
Glock on my waist (glizzy)
Might check me a nigga
Never let u get the best of me nigga
Don't come in my space
I might bless u lil niggas (hachu)
I got the sauce (drip)
I'm the recipe flipper (44)
I drip I don't dab
Vesecteme Killer(Murda)
She super thick
She a sexy lil tender
I dip and I dive (splash)
Call it fender to fender
That nigga a loser
Come fuck with a winner
Let's get to these riches (that bag)
Let's count up this chicken
Might cop me a Bentley (foreign)
The rarri
The fisker
Might fuck up hit follies
Hit onyx
And pin ups
I got the wave (tsunami)
Residual in come
I got the pressure
U know it's the real one (gas)
I'm bossing up
Ima make me a million (Millie)
Fuck what they saying
Ion care how they feeling
They wasn't with me
Go back to them trenches
Go back to the partments
I'm making a killing
U rapping that shit
But that ain't how u living
I'm right on the block
I'm posted on sisson (kirkwood)
I'm str8 out the 6
With the killers
And dealers
I come to yo city
I link with the realist
I bought out the mall
Got all of the dripping
I paint a bitch face
Now she all in her feelings
I Son all you niggas
My mf children
They don't wanna see a nigga Prosper
All I hear is mufuckin gossip
Ion pay these niggas no attention
Sometimes I feel like I'm invincible
I'm on probation and I ride wit that Pistol
Threw the whole Bitch away had to Dismiss ha
Ion put nun pass em
Ion put nun in front of you
I gotta see me sum money
Know yeen think I no dummy
KashTalk nigga only
Heard these niggas tryna clone me
I use to eat off rag o Roma
Wen I was eatin ramen noodles
I treated that shit like hibachi
Ion give ah fuck bout watchu talkin
I get them bucks like Milwaukee
I'm number one like Chris bosh
Push ya top back like Lebron
Fighting the devil like spawn
You only get one life you can not Respawn
After I say it ion wanna hear no Response
Leave yo ass flatline you can not Respond
I am the king on the throne
Count a nigga out
Do a nigga bad
Do a nigga wrong
Wanna shake my hand
Fuck niggas shiesty
Ion fuck with em
Bitches be the worst
Ion lust with em
And I kept it real
That's a damn shame
Niggas sell the soul
Living for the fame
I just want the riches
Charge it to the game
I'll never be a fuck nigga
Kinda crazy how I grew up wit em
But it's all good
And it's under stood
I'm the real one
I'm the trill one
I'm a 90's baby
Str8 up out out the hole
All my cousins brothers
They was selling dope
Ima an eye baller
Ion need a scale
Ima specialist
In to retail
Fuck the details
And the resale
That's whole chicken
That's a 36
I'm the Ea baby
Str8 up out the bricks
I'll turn a deuce
To a whole split
Got the old school
With the floor shift
Ima pop shit
Ima show shit
Bankroll on me
Ima whole lick
Still got them bags in a focus
Glizzy on me
And it's fully loaded
Got the j's
Asking for a nose sniff
They kno that young KashTalk is Back in the building
Keep smelling my drip
While I'm kickin this loubitin
Don't give a fuck bout Lil buddy or Who he wit
You get the picture like Kodak
The flow is authentic you niggas Can't lojack
I came from the Souf & you nigga Gone kno that
Malaya Reine got my heart & that's No kap
I turnt Dem niggas change into sum Dollas
Come thru window drop ya spot on Sum water
Hold ya nigga down wen he havin Problems
Niggas go missin come back wit sum Problems
Cut the stove on put the Pyrex on Fire
Add a lil womtpy womp wait till it Lock up
Guess who it is
I don't jam it's the glock up
KashTalk and ima need all of my Profit
These niggas holdin they nuts on me
I had sum young niggas change on Me
Most of my family ashamed of me
Dese bitches don wan put my name On it
But I bounce back like a hit ah the str8 Drop
Young nigga really bout to take off
KashTalk back like Adolph
You don't really wanna face off
I had a 3 sum at the lake house
I beat ya baby momma face up
Get it
I ain't talkin no make up
Niggas sneak dissin I do dis shit fa The haters
These niggas is really sum bacon
Put em on plates and
Kill ah Lil salt wit sum flava
Drippin harda den a bitch
Monkey nuts on the stick
Carbon 1 5 kick
Fully loaded wit the dick
Flooded rolly on the wrist
Makin These niggas sick
KashTalk pharmaceutical
Makin plays don Julio
In the trenches dont know who ya know
Fuck all that shit
I get radical (radical)
Fuck on yo bitch
Then I let her go (dismissal)
Niggas be sending subliminals
At me directly my nigga
Glock on my waist (glizzy)
Might check me a nigga
Never let u get the best of me nigga
Don't come in my space
I might bless u lil niggas (hachu)
I got the sauce (drip)
I'm the recipe flipper (44)
I drip I don't dab
Vesecteme Killer(Murda)
She super thick
She a sexy lil tender
I dip and I dive (splash)
Call it fender to fender
That nigga a loser
Come fuck with a winner
Let's get to these riches (that bag)
Let's count up this chicken
Might cop me a Bentley (foreign)
The rarri
The fisker
Might fuck up hit follies
Hit onyx
And pin ups
I got the wave (tsunami)
Residual in come
I got the pressure
U know it's the real one (gas)
I'm bossing up
Ima make me a million (Millie)
Fuck what they saying
Ion care how they feeling
They wasn't with me
Go back to them trenches
Go back to the partments
I'm making a killing
U rapping that shit
But that ain't how u living
I'm right on the block
I'm posted on sisson (kirkwood)
I'm str8 out the 6
With the killers
And dealers
I come to yo city
I link with the realist
I bought out the mall
Got all of the dripping
I paint a bitch face
Now she all in her feelings
I Son all you niggas
My mf children
They don't wanna see a nigga Prosper
All I hear is mufuckin gossip
Ion pay these niggas no attention
Sometimes I feel like I'm invincible
I'm on probation and I ride wit that Pistol
Threw the whole Bitch away had to Dismiss ha
Ion put nun pass em
Ion put nun in front of you
I gotta see me sum money
Know yeen think I no dummy
KashTalk nigga only
Heard these niggas tryna clone me
I use to eat off rag o Roma
Wen I was eatin ramen noodles
I treated that shit like hibachi
Ion give ah fuck bout watchu talkin
I get them bucks like Milwaukee
I'm number one like Chris bosh
Push ya top back like Lebron
Fighting the devil like spawn
You only get one life you can not Respawn
After I say it ion wanna hear no Response
Leave yo ass flatline you can not Respond
I am the king on the throne
Count a nigga out
Do a nigga bad
Do a nigga wrong
Wanna shake my hand
Fuck niggas shiesty
Ion fuck with em
Bitches be the worst
Ion lust with em
And I kept it real
That's a damn shame
Niggas sell the soul
Living for the fame
I just want the riches
Charge it to the game
I'll never be a fuck nigga
Kinda crazy how I grew up wit em
But it's all good
And it's under stood
I'm the real one
I'm the trill one
I'm a 90's baby
Str8 up out out the hole
All my cousins brothers
They was selling dope
Ima an eye baller
Ion need a scale
Ima specialist
In to retail
Fuck the details
And the resale
That's whole chicken
That's a 36
I'm the Ea baby
Str8 up out the bricks
I'll turn a deuce
To a whole split
Got the old school
With the floor shift
Ima pop shit
Ima show shit
Bankroll on me
Ima whole lick
Still got them bags in a focus
Glizzy on me
And it's fully loaded
Got the j's
Asking for a nose sniff
Credits
Writer(s): Jai Murphy
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