Pressure

Y'all ain't smoking what I'm smoking on
Y'all ain't smoking what I'm smoking on (Pressure)
All I ever blow is strong
Y'all ain't smoking what I'm smoking on (Pressure)

Blowing like I'm cheech and Chong
Only money keep me in my phone
A couple shades of women when I'm home alone
Alexa let me fuck em to they favorite song
What I'm blowing got the finest taste
Will make a gangsta pray to god word to pastor mase
Never once been in plastic pulled it out a mase
Hoes on my dick cuz what they think I make
But every time I ever flexed I did it my mistake
If u don't like me don't work at the bank
And I walk off in that bitch drapped in the finest dank (Stank)
Don't try to be just like me boy you niggas can't
I'm just cut from a cloth that you niggas ain't
I ride my lane to the money like I'm Franklin Saint
Raw fully stuffed with what ya never seen
Paper chasers burning green gasoline

Y'all ain't smoking what I'm smoking on
Y'all ain't smoking what I'm smoking on (Pressure)
All I ever blow is strong
Y'all ain't smoking what I'm smoking on (Pressure)



Credits
Writer(s): Devon Tyler
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