Pressure

I'm not letting up on the pressure, make these pussy niggas feel it
Do the race on every track, and burn a hunnid laps in it
Niggas snoozing, have a nap, I want racks, count up all the digits
I'm just thumbing through the cash, turning blue while my thumbs crippin'
I'm not letting up on the pressure, make these pussy niggas feel it
Do the race on every track, and burn a hunnid laps in it
Niggas snoozing, have a nap, I want racks, count up all the digits
I'm just thumbing through the cash, turning blue while my thumbs crippin'

Got some shit that just bleed on the bottom cause that's how I'm steppin'
If a nigga get grimy, and try me, just know I'll deck em
Young nigga got the juice, hot like soup, but I'm not cheffing
I be higher than the roof, up like Zeus, but I'm not selling
I just stack up on some moves and don't make it nobody business
I'm not really with the talking, so I hope that you get the message
Man these busters full of shit and I'm lethal just like a weapon
Flip some money while I sleep and I guess that just feel like Heaven
Talking knocking noodles outta some noggins like they was rented
Hundo really with the smack, it get ugly just like a gremlin

I'm not letting up on the pressure, make these pussy niggas feel it
Do the race on every track, and burn a hunnid laps in it
Niggas snoozing, have a nap, I want racks, count up all the digits
I'm just thumbing through the cash, turning blue while my thumbs crippin'
I'm not letting up on the pressure, make these pussy niggas feel it
Do the race on every track, and burn a hunnid laps in it
Niggas snoozing, have a nap, I want racks, count up all the digits
I'm just thumbing through the cash, turning blue while my thumbs crippin'



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Writer(s): Mahari Bell
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