Pressure

Stick it stick it
Bitch I'm bout' to kill it
She told me take it easy cause it been a lil minute
Put it in her kidneys and I bet she gone feel it
Laid her on her back feet pointed to the ceiling
She can't believe the way a nigga beat it hmm
Hit her one time now I'm leaving hmm
Now she in her feelings cause I'm leavin' hmm
I gave her dope dick now she feining hmm
I ain't tryna' kick it girl you tripping
Hmm
Gotta get a bag ain't no way that ima miss it
This is for them haters tryna' knock me off my pivot
Tryna' catch me slipping they don't know I'm pistol gripping
Tired of being broke swear to God I know the feeling
Always had a hard time saving I was spending
Use to have to bust a couple missions in a lemon
I was in the field running routes like a scrimmage
They wonder how I'm flossing now and I don't need a dentist
Why some people always tryna' be up in your business
Asking all these questions got me feeling like you're snitching
That's the type of shit that have a nigga ass missing hmm
Watch'em get smoked like krypie hmm
Wrap his ass up like a Philly
That's the type of shit that have you locked up in the prison
Niggas tryna' trick me off the streets like a magician aye

He said he want smoke
Hit that gas you gone choke
Just letting you know nigga this is that pressure
She said she want smoke
Baby this ain't no joke
When I come through that door ima give you this pressure
That 40 gone blow
Said he want smoke
My niggas on go they gone give u that pressure
Before I was broke
They said I went ghost
Been counting this dough I'm applying that pressure

Applying that pressure you niggas gone feel it
Don't need no handouts cause I'm independent
Milking the clock on the job I'm not
Finished
I'm chasing this paper so why is you tripping
My plug in the kitchen remixing like chemist's
Go pick up the work then I flip it like gymnast
Just tryna' save up and invest in a business
Feet up in my office kick back and I'm chilling
My dawg popped a M' now he sticking uh huh
You don't really wanna fuck with him unt unt
You really want smoke you could get it
Pull up to the crib in less than a minute
Boy this ain't a gimmick
Fuck a body aim it at your fitted
Leave a nigga stanking like he shitted
I don't really get it
If you don't live it nigga just admit it
Instead of tryna' flex for these bitches pressure



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Writer(s): Zoe Beezy
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