Pressure (feat. The Godfather, OnFully & Glockboyz Teejaee)
Man Y'all know what the fuck going on man
From charged up to the Brothers Over Money man
Niggas is hoes, ain't gotta speak on it
Bro got some work that boy do scams and put his feet on it
Why you talking 'bout some shit if you don't really be on it
Forty said we 'bout to get a brick and put a three on it
I'm on Conant grabbin' lamb chops
Its funny how a lot of bitches sick I got the bag now
Crazy I was with 'em tryin' to get up but was assed out
They like why you walk outside the crib with all that cash out
Whole time I ain't even got it all on me
Brodie said he need the pape so I met him at the coney
I might be a little late had to bump into my homie
You niggas ain't never got pape and that shit blow me
A nigga bet not owe me or he gone get blew
I was waiting on a line you was in line for a shoe
Heard he talking crazy I hit brodie line now he threw
You the type to talk cash shit online you a goof
Oh he worried cause he heard we got them straps too
That boy should've kept hoopin' that shit was wack too
Sending shots through yo' mans gone get him wacked too
Riding with thirty three extensions longer than Shaq shoe
Niggas braggin bout some shit I went and spent on a chain
Balling like Ginobili I'll put a dub on yo' brain
See me dripped in off-white she fell in love with the 'caine
He see me doing shit he can't do cause he lame
Took some money to the lawyer case a nigga try me
When brodie rollin' off the pill he down to catch a homi
Like a trust fall nigga I'm down to catch a body
If I shoot a nigga know my niggas right behind me
White and rose, rose and white, and all rose gold
Mar copped the all white now all the bros froze
Keep her out the kitchen she done left the stove on
Drew calling in he asking what the hoes on
After we leave the stu we picking Mar chain up
Reach for one of these he gone have to pick his brains up
Niggas rocking Jubilees get yo' change up
Keep a nine on me I aint never got my chain tucked
Forty in yo' stash I spent that on a Presi
Would've wore it to the stu but that bitch be getting heavy
If I pass the ball to Drew he gone shoot it with no hesi
Nigga I be in them banks everyday like I'm Desi
Yeah they fucked up when they let me get a stick in my possession
I be in the city with baby drac' on me come and catch me
I don't know the last time I left the crib without my weapon
Bring out twenty racks in all dubs that shit be getting messy
See this chain I dare you reach for it you leaving on a stretcher
Think the feds on me I pray everyday they never catch me
In the club spilling drank on all the couches in the section
Free my nigga Baby Jay he was quick to come and press you
Take the fully chop and bring the fully glock applying pressure
Watch me stand over the body and just empty out my weapon
Crack the seal on a pint pour it up we ain't gone measure it
My nigga doing life in the can cause he ain't tell 'em shit
Run up on you chop snatch yo' waist just like a BBL
Last time I checked we up the score need a PBL
Make the little bitch suck my dick I don't got to prevail
Wrap this shit up and shoot it out catch it in the mail
Know we on the tour actin' dumb leave you on the map
In the street hustling shit got it on my fitted cap
Twitter fingers get yo' ass killed don't do the internet
Reach and leave his noodles on the curb that nigga look a mess
You Johnny Test ass niggas still aint catch a body yet
One eighty seven put the club on crime know the rest
Speeding so fast two hundred on the dash a heart attack
I know it's good to look like money where yo' money at
Out in Cali with them bees looking for where honey at
When I pop out niggas know I got my gun what kind of shit is that
Ten milli or the twenty three call them bitches mix and match
Stop acting like we ain't hit that little hoe she know we been in that
I'm only gone rap about some shit if it really happened
Man how the fuck we out here hiding we keep on catching y'all in traffic
Free Baby Jay he been done shot the wrong nigga man he a savage
Even my mama know we find out where they at and go get it bracking
Stay on some bull shit
Quit hooping and now my highlights on a news clip
Shooting jumpers don't try to walk up on wack jumper on no cool shit
I don't play with these niggas I'm always down to use my blick
Even the youngest nigga i be with
Ride around with him a four fifth
I fuck the hoes these niggas dream of, think about
I got guns like TI get on that tip I bring them out
They gave my nigga jaymo ten I can't wait till he get out
Man while I'm talking bout him he probably got the blick on him right now
The hood can't believe I rap cause they done seen me pop niggas
I'm still gone shoot his ass when I see him again this shit dont stop nigga
Brandon Jennings rookie of the year drop off a light fifty
You want to beef with us because we popped yo' mans we gone send you with him
Hide yo' bitch and keep yo' blick y'all know what the fuck going on
From charged up to the Brothers Over Money man
Niggas is hoes, ain't gotta speak on it
Bro got some work that boy do scams and put his feet on it
Why you talking 'bout some shit if you don't really be on it
Forty said we 'bout to get a brick and put a three on it
I'm on Conant grabbin' lamb chops
Its funny how a lot of bitches sick I got the bag now
Crazy I was with 'em tryin' to get up but was assed out
They like why you walk outside the crib with all that cash out
Whole time I ain't even got it all on me
Brodie said he need the pape so I met him at the coney
I might be a little late had to bump into my homie
You niggas ain't never got pape and that shit blow me
A nigga bet not owe me or he gone get blew
I was waiting on a line you was in line for a shoe
Heard he talking crazy I hit brodie line now he threw
You the type to talk cash shit online you a goof
Oh he worried cause he heard we got them straps too
That boy should've kept hoopin' that shit was wack too
Sending shots through yo' mans gone get him wacked too
Riding with thirty three extensions longer than Shaq shoe
Niggas braggin bout some shit I went and spent on a chain
Balling like Ginobili I'll put a dub on yo' brain
See me dripped in off-white she fell in love with the 'caine
He see me doing shit he can't do cause he lame
Took some money to the lawyer case a nigga try me
When brodie rollin' off the pill he down to catch a homi
Like a trust fall nigga I'm down to catch a body
If I shoot a nigga know my niggas right behind me
White and rose, rose and white, and all rose gold
Mar copped the all white now all the bros froze
Keep her out the kitchen she done left the stove on
Drew calling in he asking what the hoes on
After we leave the stu we picking Mar chain up
Reach for one of these he gone have to pick his brains up
Niggas rocking Jubilees get yo' change up
Keep a nine on me I aint never got my chain tucked
Forty in yo' stash I spent that on a Presi
Would've wore it to the stu but that bitch be getting heavy
If I pass the ball to Drew he gone shoot it with no hesi
Nigga I be in them banks everyday like I'm Desi
Yeah they fucked up when they let me get a stick in my possession
I be in the city with baby drac' on me come and catch me
I don't know the last time I left the crib without my weapon
Bring out twenty racks in all dubs that shit be getting messy
See this chain I dare you reach for it you leaving on a stretcher
Think the feds on me I pray everyday they never catch me
In the club spilling drank on all the couches in the section
Free my nigga Baby Jay he was quick to come and press you
Take the fully chop and bring the fully glock applying pressure
Watch me stand over the body and just empty out my weapon
Crack the seal on a pint pour it up we ain't gone measure it
My nigga doing life in the can cause he ain't tell 'em shit
Run up on you chop snatch yo' waist just like a BBL
Last time I checked we up the score need a PBL
Make the little bitch suck my dick I don't got to prevail
Wrap this shit up and shoot it out catch it in the mail
Know we on the tour actin' dumb leave you on the map
In the street hustling shit got it on my fitted cap
Twitter fingers get yo' ass killed don't do the internet
Reach and leave his noodles on the curb that nigga look a mess
You Johnny Test ass niggas still aint catch a body yet
One eighty seven put the club on crime know the rest
Speeding so fast two hundred on the dash a heart attack
I know it's good to look like money where yo' money at
Out in Cali with them bees looking for where honey at
When I pop out niggas know I got my gun what kind of shit is that
Ten milli or the twenty three call them bitches mix and match
Stop acting like we ain't hit that little hoe she know we been in that
I'm only gone rap about some shit if it really happened
Man how the fuck we out here hiding we keep on catching y'all in traffic
Free Baby Jay he been done shot the wrong nigga man he a savage
Even my mama know we find out where they at and go get it bracking
Stay on some bull shit
Quit hooping and now my highlights on a news clip
Shooting jumpers don't try to walk up on wack jumper on no cool shit
I don't play with these niggas I'm always down to use my blick
Even the youngest nigga i be with
Ride around with him a four fifth
I fuck the hoes these niggas dream of, think about
I got guns like TI get on that tip I bring them out
They gave my nigga jaymo ten I can't wait till he get out
Man while I'm talking bout him he probably got the blick on him right now
The hood can't believe I rap cause they done seen me pop niggas
I'm still gone shoot his ass when I see him again this shit dont stop nigga
Brandon Jennings rookie of the year drop off a light fifty
You want to beef with us because we popped yo' mans we gone send you with him
Hide yo' bitch and keep yo' blick y'all know what the fuck going on
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