Pressure (feat. RichTalk)

All the way from the K to Toronto
Bitches stay ringing my cell phone
Every time I meet up with a ho
I end up cumming and then go
I was getting top at the red light
Guess who pulled up shit the popo
Told her go down roll up the window
Eyes roll back this bitch can deepthroat
All the way from the K to Toronto
Bitches stay hitting my cell phone
Every time I meet up with a ho
I end up cumming and then go
Shit I ran out of all my green yo
Do you have some that I can roll

Yeah bro
I got you
Scare these Bitches like monsters
I fuck Betty like Crocker
Treat her like a lego I block her
Like break a leg on stage
Except I'll break my third leg fucking ya babe
Ruthless Shootas let loose
Motherfuckers can not be tamed
Caved his head in like a pot hole
I want money sell drugs like chapo
He talk shit my boys gon drop em
Bullets let's loose we hit his brain stem
They say RichTalk you so sexy
Cause I do this you just petty
Armed and dangerous we stay ready
Me $esco we slash like Freddy
Yuh
Aye
1, 2
1, 2, 1
Let's go

All the way from the K to El Paso
Bitches stay ringing my cell phone
Every time I meet up with a ho
I end up cumming and then go
I was getting top at the red light
Guess who pulled up it was my bro
Told her come up roll down the window
I said aye bro she took my soul

She spitty with the dick it look like she got rabies
Itching for the dick damn think she got scabies
Bitch crazy
Really think she could have my babies
Fuck that shit imma bring her to Hades
In a Mercedes
Here ya go Stacy
Bye bye baby
What a good ladie
Love ain't a price like your jeans Old Navy
That's why I don't love just fucking mother daily
Don't play me
Unless it's this then play me
Come on baby
Can't resist replay me
Go crazy
Make me rich like Jay-Z
But for real bae know what I'm saying B
Tired as hell if it was made out of rubber
Rich Talk hand me my plate my last supper
Lethal injection can't put me under
Too cold right now lemme spit and bring summer
Gon have a hummer
Gon have a wife
Gon have a kid or two
Gon have a life
What you gon have
Gon have a knife
To cut yourself just to feel alright
Don't you cry
Don't be sad
You don't hear me whining bout I lost my dad
You don't know the pain and the rage that I had
What's the point when the world don't give a damn

All the way from the K to Colorado
Bitches stay ringing my cell phone
Every time I meet up with a ho
I end up cumming and then go
I was getting top at the red light
Guess who pulled up shit an old show
Told her come up roll down the window
Just to flex middle fingers I show