Pressure

Apply the pressure
I'm comin for mine
I ain't stopping for non
Give a fuck who you are
Nigga be leaching, I cut em
You benched from the team
I need me 5 rings, on my hand
You ain't a team player, I can't have that
Whatchu bring to the table, how we all feast
Don't get it fucked up we can either starve
Yeah I been there my stomach flat
I be tellin my dawgs I'm Prada of you
He be rockin Prada with some Jimmy Choo
I ain't goin out sad for bitches, they come and go
Smokin that gas come and go
Niggas be groupies got on a thong
Stay in your place, you ain't safe like 4ktrey who gone die today

They be sayin I think I'm the shit
They forgot they shited on me
I came back I shited on them
I be drippin, got fuji on me
Check the kid he be fresh like a newborn
Life goin fast like a new foreign
I can't hit no break I want fine things
I can't settle for less that ain't my thing
You and me not the same don't compare me
You got a hand out I got it hard way
Since a jhit I had to find my own way
No direction I started my own way

Whippin my wrist
I know 9-5 it ain't gone get me rich
They don't see the dirt
But just know I'm workin
Up early call me bird
Before the sun ready to shine
when I get that big bag errbody gone eat
If you loyal my nigga I got you we good
I gotta say non how you tell I'm real
Only hoes be talkin that's how they built
I gotta move different niggas be watching they creepy
Like Freddy Kruger and they grimmy
Up on my ass tmz, cuz the kid shinin with no vv
They got my dick in their throat
They ready to suck and swallow
I gave em a nut cuz they want it bad (groupie)

Apply the pressure
I'm comin for mine
I ain't stopping for non
Give a fuck who you are
Nigga be leaching, I cut em
You benched from the team
I need me 5 rings, on my hand (let's go)
You ain't a team player, I can't have that
Whatchu bring to the table, we all feast
Don't get it fucked up we can either starve
Yeah I been there my stomach flat
I be tellin my dawgs I'm Prada of you
He be rockin Prada with some Jimmy Choo
I ain't goin out sad for bitches, they come and go
Smokin that gas kum and go
Niggas be groupies got on a thong
Stay in your place, you ain't safe like 4ktrey who gone die today

I can't move stupid they counting on me
Count it up count it up, my finger itching
Up in a bently, my bitch tinted
I got me a tense to go wit it
My vv be hittin like drumline
Watch how you talk i'm about my business
Call my phones when you got business
let me flip a hunnid type of business
I can't hate on a niggas nah
As long you makin a way salute to ya (Yeah)

Apply the pressure
I'm comin for mine
I ain't stopping for non
Give a fuck who you are
Nigga be leaching, I cut em
You benched from the team
I need me 5 rings, on my hand
You ain't a team player, I can't have that
Whatchu bring to the table, we all feast
Don't get it fucked up we can either starve
Yeah I been there my stomach flat
I be tellin my dawgs I'm Prada of you
He be rockin Prada with some jimmy choo
I ain't goin out sad for bitches, they come and go
Smokin that gas come and go
Niggas be groupies got on a thong
Stay in your place, you ain't safe like 4ktrey who gone die today



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Writer(s): Heri Kabwali
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