Pressure

Jit going crazy on this mother fucker
And I mean that
If I got it you know that's its pressure, we gone smoke out this spot a lil extra
You can tell that it's gas by the texture, whipping shit in the lab like I'm dexter
When I pull up, ain't no nigga fresher, got yo bitch tapping out like a wrestler
Teaching game shoulda been a professor, but right now all I got is one question
If I got it you know that's its pressure, we gone smoke out this spot a lil extra
You can tell that it's gas by the texture, whipping shit in the lab like I'm dexter
When I pull up, ain't no nigga fresher, got yo bitch tapping out like a wrestler
Teaching game shoulda been a professor, but right now all I got is one question
I been low key like the bottom lock, sticking straight to the script cuz I know the plot
Treat my pockets like laces, stay with a knot, baby how do want it that's word to Pac
Lota tools in the whip like a body shop, I just dropped me some raw in a bottle pop
Stupid strong you can smell that shit down the block
Ain't no limits to this feel like silk the shock
Got unlimited sauce feel like chic fil a, yea this playa shit run thru my DNA
Hit the jay fade away like the NBA, all this smoke made her tap like the MMA
Kicking game in her ears like some beats from dre
Got her on the first take like I'm Stephen A
Come wit me, everyday is a holiday, feel like Street money fresh how you wanna play
Yea, you know my cologne I got pink runtz in my cone
Just made a play on my phone, fly as a drone
You know i been balling balling, them niggas injury prone
Smoke out the zone, I feel like Flip Dinero yo bitch wont leave me alone
All profit, my nigga just grew a clone, PGO thats what we on
If I got it you know that's its pressure, we gone smoke out this spot a lil extra
You can tell that it's gas by the texture, whipping shit in the lab like I'm dexter
When I pull up, ain't no nigga fresher, got yo bitch tapping out like a wrestler
Teaching game shoulda been a professor, but right now all I got is one question
If I got it you know that's its pressure, we gone smoke out this spot a lil extra
You can tell that it's gas by the texture, whipping shit in the lab like I'm dexter
When I pull up, ain't no nigga fresher, got yo bitch tapping out like a wrestler
Teaching game shoulda been a professor, but right now all I got is one question
Who want smoke



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Writer(s): Tommy Bouie
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