PRESSURE
I just want me a condo
With a escalator
Right now I'm in a condo
With an elevator
Right now I'm gone do Nobu
Save the Steak for later
Got to be yo nigga
If he was mine he have his shit together
Shit, if he was mine he would be elevated
Woke up to deposits
Now it got me feeling activated
This nigga just called my phone on some
Broke shit, now it got me feeling aggravated
Hoes stay hitting my nigga line
But they hella basic
Rent cost a arm and A leg
But it's hella spacious
Neighbors got they trump signs up
I think they hella raciest
Can't even call my phone
If you ain't dropped a payment
They love how I smell, expensive shit
They want to know they fragrance
Tell me I'm on fire
Getting hot
Duh bitch I'm blazing
I spent a 10 strip in Chanel nigga
I'm still up and it feel Amazing
Niggas asking questions
I don't know shit
You got a lot of baggage
So you gotta but me more shit
My nigga wanna pick me up
Bend me over
He said he can't wait
We pull the rover on the shoulder
Carats in my ears look
Like a Boulder
Niggas preying on me like a
Fucking vulture
Classy little bitch
But sometimes I get hella vulgar
PTSD wild shit done turned
Me to a soldier
Fucking on my nigga
Looking back and ask home how it feel
He really can't believe it
Got to ask me is this fucking real
Bad Lil mami
Getting skrill
And I ain't got a deal
These niggas can't
Fuck on me
If they ain't got a mill
Brody almost died off them
Pill and he still pop em
Sat my ass down
For a minute and I'm still poppin
Sat my ass down down for a minute
And they still rocking
Sat my ass down for a minute
And the Streams poppin, yeah
Sitting poolside eating sushi
Brought a nigga with me
Eat my ass and my coochie
Laying on a island
Long ways away
Yeah
Still get you smoked like a loose
Sitting pool side eating yellowtail
Yeah after yeah
Send that shit thru the mail
2021 drunk as fuck
And I crashed it
Last nigga fucked me up
Shit ended tragic
Hunnit after hunit
Hunit hunit and
I pass em
Seen some shit
I liked on Hypebeast
And then I cashed it
I been selling NFT's nigga
I'm a classic
I'm a real artist
Dropped in fashion
Smooth criminal
Michael Jackson
A quarter up
Little bitch but that was back then
I know my worth
Added value
Now I'm relaxin
Thought the shit was high before
Bitch, But now I'm taxing
With a escalator
Right now I'm in a condo
With an elevator
Right now I'm gone do Nobu
Save the Steak for later
Got to be yo nigga
If he was mine he have his shit together
Shit, if he was mine he would be elevated
Woke up to deposits
Now it got me feeling activated
This nigga just called my phone on some
Broke shit, now it got me feeling aggravated
Hoes stay hitting my nigga line
But they hella basic
Rent cost a arm and A leg
But it's hella spacious
Neighbors got they trump signs up
I think they hella raciest
Can't even call my phone
If you ain't dropped a payment
They love how I smell, expensive shit
They want to know they fragrance
Tell me I'm on fire
Getting hot
Duh bitch I'm blazing
I spent a 10 strip in Chanel nigga
I'm still up and it feel Amazing
Niggas asking questions
I don't know shit
You got a lot of baggage
So you gotta but me more shit
My nigga wanna pick me up
Bend me over
He said he can't wait
We pull the rover on the shoulder
Carats in my ears look
Like a Boulder
Niggas preying on me like a
Fucking vulture
Classy little bitch
But sometimes I get hella vulgar
PTSD wild shit done turned
Me to a soldier
Fucking on my nigga
Looking back and ask home how it feel
He really can't believe it
Got to ask me is this fucking real
Bad Lil mami
Getting skrill
And I ain't got a deal
These niggas can't
Fuck on me
If they ain't got a mill
Brody almost died off them
Pill and he still pop em
Sat my ass down
For a minute and I'm still poppin
Sat my ass down down for a minute
And they still rocking
Sat my ass down for a minute
And the Streams poppin, yeah
Sitting poolside eating sushi
Brought a nigga with me
Eat my ass and my coochie
Laying on a island
Long ways away
Yeah
Still get you smoked like a loose
Sitting pool side eating yellowtail
Yeah after yeah
Send that shit thru the mail
2021 drunk as fuck
And I crashed it
Last nigga fucked me up
Shit ended tragic
Hunnit after hunit
Hunit hunit and
I pass em
Seen some shit
I liked on Hypebeast
And then I cashed it
I been selling NFT's nigga
I'm a classic
I'm a real artist
Dropped in fashion
Smooth criminal
Michael Jackson
A quarter up
Little bitch but that was back then
I know my worth
Added value
Now I'm relaxin
Thought the shit was high before
Bitch, But now I'm taxing
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Writer(s): Dajah Richbow
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