Pressure
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
I want an M, I want a B, I wanna dub those
If I ain't sittin' on a fortune I ain't comfortable
I'm protecting my investment with the snub nose
Yea I'm married to the money I don't love hoes
Yea I'm cut throat
It's niggas fuckin' with me? That's enough jokes
The old heads in my city call me young smoke
Keep that Rondo, don't get sun soaked
These bitches lame, I don't know why I was stuck on them
Now they wanna look me up but I ain't touchin' them
Yea I'm still that same nigga you ain't fuck with him
Got a new bucket list, I want to touch an M
So I'ma keep it going til I get exhausted
These niggas out here kill me, sayin' that they bosses
I used to look up to you but you lost it
Yea you pop shit but you's a false prophet
Keep steppin' on these niggas neck
I don't live with regret, unless I mess a check
Look I don't do my best, baby I do the best
Guess that's why these niggas out here really feelin' pressed
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
I want an M, I want a B, I wanna dub those
If I ain't sittin' on a fortune I ain't comfortable
I'm protecting my investment with the snub nose
Yea I'm married to the money I don't love hoes
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
I want an M, I want a B, I wanna dub those
If I ain't sittin' on a fortune I ain't comfortable
I'm protecting my investment with the snub nose
Yea I'm married to the money I don't love hoes
Yea I'm cut throat
It's niggas fuckin' with me? That's enough jokes
The old heads in my city call me young smoke
Keep that Rondo, don't get sun soaked
These bitches lame, I don't know why I was stuck on them
Now they wanna look me up but I ain't touchin' them
Yea I'm still that same nigga you ain't fuck with him
Got a new bucket list, I want to touch an M
So I'ma keep it going til I get exhausted
These niggas out here kill me, sayin' that they bosses
I used to look up to you but you lost it
Yea you pop shit but you's a false prophet
Keep steppin' on these niggas neck
I don't live with regret, unless I mess a check
Look I don't do my best, baby I do the best
Guess that's why these niggas out here really feelin' pressed
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
Put pressure on you fuck niggas
Keep stuntin' on you fuck hoes
I want an M, I want a B, I wanna dub those
If I ain't sittin' on a fortune I ain't comfortable
I'm protecting my investment with the snub nose
Yea I'm married to the money I don't love hoes
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Writer(s): Martin Bufkin, Collins Kessler, Dominique Steward
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