What's Pressure
I been on the block all day and know I keep the glock on me so I ask'em what's pressure
And you the cops they on me cuz they know I keep a bomb on me
So I ask'em what's pressure
Whold up young nigga what that pressure like was riding round
Busin traps off a pedal bike watching for the law I grip the
Metal tight cuz these cops killing young niggas left and right
I'll pull the plug on a scrub if he acting tight these bullets burn
Like a iron if that package light you spin my corner off the tire
We gone lack night this 45 hold a ton sk got my back and know he
Bought the drum plus he wild and young he as loyal as they come
If I say I want'em dead he gone wack'em with his son 7th street
The mafia we trappin til its done NKS GIB who really wanna run
Chris showed me how to lock the work in a cup me dev played the
Grave yard in cut it was us nigga chasing Benji after Benji getting bucks
Nigga now he dead and I don't trust niggas so I got every
Reason just to pluck niggas don't give a fuck about you or you
I'll fuck around and kill you and you I'll hit your crew too slide
Through hunnit rounds times two
I been on the block all day and know I keep the glock on me
So I ask'em what's pressure
And you the cops they on me cuz they know I keep a bomb on me
So I ask'em what's pressure
Nigga I was running through jungle three fifty seven red beam an a couple bundles Watching for the law they jump out we getting
Lost toss in the alley no if and probably's we gone scuffin up my brand new js
This shit is drawn I can make diamonds applyin the
Pressure strong they got me in my bag Pomeranian I feel like pyro
Cuz I know I be flammin them fuckin up the dishes used
A jar just to whip I never dumped the water out my block is like the slaughter house
We made for the beef I was raised in these streets
I would never be no clown and I stood tall every time they locked me down
So I push it to the limit
I ride like a hemmy hollows glide
Like a Frisbee youll collide wit this semi my twelve still husky
Ima call the bitch Wendy ima shoot and watch the pellets
Spread in'em see I'm a whole goon an problem fuck around
And you'll get hit tryna resolve it
I can use the Nina or hawk'em like kyle kover
And you the cops they on me cuz they know I keep a bomb on me
So I ask'em what's pressure
Whold up young nigga what that pressure like was riding round
Busin traps off a pedal bike watching for the law I grip the
Metal tight cuz these cops killing young niggas left and right
I'll pull the plug on a scrub if he acting tight these bullets burn
Like a iron if that package light you spin my corner off the tire
We gone lack night this 45 hold a ton sk got my back and know he
Bought the drum plus he wild and young he as loyal as they come
If I say I want'em dead he gone wack'em with his son 7th street
The mafia we trappin til its done NKS GIB who really wanna run
Chris showed me how to lock the work in a cup me dev played the
Grave yard in cut it was us nigga chasing Benji after Benji getting bucks
Nigga now he dead and I don't trust niggas so I got every
Reason just to pluck niggas don't give a fuck about you or you
I'll fuck around and kill you and you I'll hit your crew too slide
Through hunnit rounds times two
I been on the block all day and know I keep the glock on me
So I ask'em what's pressure
And you the cops they on me cuz they know I keep a bomb on me
So I ask'em what's pressure
Nigga I was running through jungle three fifty seven red beam an a couple bundles Watching for the law they jump out we getting
Lost toss in the alley no if and probably's we gone scuffin up my brand new js
This shit is drawn I can make diamonds applyin the
Pressure strong they got me in my bag Pomeranian I feel like pyro
Cuz I know I be flammin them fuckin up the dishes used
A jar just to whip I never dumped the water out my block is like the slaughter house
We made for the beef I was raised in these streets
I would never be no clown and I stood tall every time they locked me down
So I push it to the limit
I ride like a hemmy hollows glide
Like a Frisbee youll collide wit this semi my twelve still husky
Ima call the bitch Wendy ima shoot and watch the pellets
Spread in'em see I'm a whole goon an problem fuck around
And you'll get hit tryna resolve it
I can use the Nina or hawk'em like kyle kover
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Writer(s): Germel Mcclure
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