Pressure (feat. WXLFMAN)

Bitch you know I got that pressure, So I keep em coming back
Got some niggas that a stretch ya, Cause they always keep the straps
Got some niggas in the field, Really running up them racks
Bitch and we don't do Cappin, Cause we always spitting facts
Bitch you know I got that pressure, So I keep em coming back
Got some niggas that a stretch ya, Cause they always keep the straps
Got some niggas in the field, Really running up them racks
Bitch and we don't do Cappin, Cause we always spitting facts

You know I got it
Running through the pack so fast ima need some mo exotic
That potent za
3500 for a plate but I don't sell weight cause ima just bust it down
50 for a 8th but you can't come late cause all this shit getting purchased now
Got some shooters with me I'll get you killed so don't u fuck around man
Made couple bands from exotic
Tell me what you paying if it's fair then I got it
Hit the block and jam then I stash it in the attic
Running the gram I ain't talking double tapping
All my niggas bosses we ain't for no captain
Took a couple loses but I knew what happen
Bounce right back on them bitches like magik
Now them niggas mad cause they know I'm taxing
Keep 3 phones I don't like to hear static
Try and rob me and shit get tragic
keep the trapping jumping like gymnastic
But You ain't got no fucking pressure
Niggas got seeds in they flower
I'm running through ps of the sour make a couple Gs in a hour
Hit the plug like ima need you tomorrow
Bitch I got that pressure!

Bitch you know I got that pressure, So I keep em coming back
Got some niggas that a stretch ya, Cause they always keep the straps
Got some niggas in the field, Really running up them racks
Bitch and we don't do Cappin, Cause we always spitting facts
Bitch you know I got that pressure, So I keep em coming back
Got some niggas that a stretch ya, Cause they always keep the straps
Got some niggas in the field, Really running up them racks
Bitch and we don't do Cappin, Cause we always spitting facts

Real talk, no cap, only speak facts
Get head in the whip, pull the seat back
Bad bitch rolling up, know I need that
That shit so loud get feedback
Don't Hit too hard, get beat back.
OZ, QPs no seeds in it.
Know me, whole team getting green winning
Can't take no lose, it's me nigga (It's me nigga)
Fuck fake friends, Don't call me bro, we ain't fam
Might pack a cone wit 8 grams.
Might take ya hoe I'm just saying.
Thought money was the mission but I see you nigga just playing.
Focused on million, tryna get it, that's the game plan.

Bitch you know I got that pressure, So I keep em coming back
Got some niggas that a stretch ya, Cause they always keep the straps
Got some niggas in the field, Really running up them racks
Bitch and we don't do Cappin, Cause we always spitting facts
Bitch you know I got that pressure, So I keep em coming back
Got some niggas that a stretch ya, Cause they always keep the straps
Got some niggas in the field, Really running up them racks
Bitch and we don't do Cappin, Cause we always spitting facts



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Writer(s): Ahmed Hooper
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