Pressure

Ay, ay, a lil' poppin' on X
Ay, I do it for a check yeah
(Yeah)
Lil' bitch she giving me neck

I don't need no money
You can keep it
Blood be rolling all out of your body you anemic
Yeah we pulling up inside your block
We be creeping
Tell lil' brodie wake his dumbass up cuz he be sleeping

Pouring up my pressure in a lean cup
(Lean cup)
This the type of shit that get your bitch fucked up
(Yeah)
Percocet is red
(Yeah)
I get my beans up
Said you got a red
(Yeah)
Then come and sweep sum'

Brodie just got locked up with the feds
(With the feds)
Hopin' that he make it out soon
(Real soon)
I be sweeping up the streets with the brooms
(Real brooms)
I be working night shifts with the goons
(Real goons)

I just popped another percy
(Ay)
Hoping that it working
(Ay)
But I know the truth and that's that shit that really hurting me
Hoping that I don't go down one day and need a surgery
That's what happened to my lil' bro 'Issi in a burglary

Oppas came and slid inside his crib they had a red dot
Shooting back and forth across the block the shells were red hot
Ducking for the cover from the bullets don't get head popped
Grabbed that shit and held it ambidextrous for the headshot

It's the headshot
It's the headshot
Pull up on his block with a blick get his head popped

It's the headshot
It's the headshot
Pull up on his block with a blick get his head popped

Pouring up my pressure in a lean cup
(Lean cup)
This the type of shit that get your bitch fucked up
(Yeah)
Percocet is red
(Yeah)
I get my beans up
Said you got a red
(Yeah)
Then come and sweep sum'



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Writer(s): Brett Wallack
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