Pressure
I Heard They Want That Pressure Ima Give Em What They Ask Fo
How I'm running shyt bytch I coulda been an ass hole
I keep running like a nose with a damn cold
Keep a pole like a stripper everywhere I go
I watch my own bag like a Fendi bag
I bar none I need to re up on some xans
I got that Drake with me this was Gods plan
Drums on every Mac call that Garage Band
I'm at yo doe like a peep hole, doe mat, doe bell
Only revolvers, I gotta leave with my shells
Do the mission by yourself niggas tattle tale
Never been a hot boy but boy this Shyt get hot as Hell
Aim on point like an index, wipe em down windex
Send em to a place he aint been yet
Niggas flexing like the plug but ain't seen 10 yet
All my cars tinted, none of em rented
I been up for a minute, still watching how I spend it
Pushing weight like I'm benching, shoes from Givenchy
Shirt come from Prada but the belt say Fendi
If you having girl problems ask ya Bytch why she miss me
Playa since birth it ain't on me bytch it's in me
Don't like you energy, don't know why they envy me
Grind on a hunnit can't stop Bytch I'm in deep
Heard they want that pressure wake em up cause they been sleeping
I Heard They Want That Pressure Ima Give Em What They Ask Fo
How I'm running shyt bytch I coulda been an ass hole
I keep running like a nose with a damn cold
Keep a pole like a stripper everywhere I go
I watch my own bag like a Fendi bag
I bar none I need to re up on some xans
I got that Drake with me this was Gods plan
Drums on every Mac call that Garage Band
How I'm running shyt bytch I coulda been an ass hole
I keep running like a nose with a damn cold
Keep a pole like a stripper everywhere I go
I watch my own bag like a Fendi bag
I bar none I need to re up on some xans
I got that Drake with me this was Gods plan
Drums on every Mac call that Garage Band
I'm at yo doe like a peep hole, doe mat, doe bell
Only revolvers, I gotta leave with my shells
Do the mission by yourself niggas tattle tale
Never been a hot boy but boy this Shyt get hot as Hell
Aim on point like an index, wipe em down windex
Send em to a place he aint been yet
Niggas flexing like the plug but ain't seen 10 yet
All my cars tinted, none of em rented
I been up for a minute, still watching how I spend it
Pushing weight like I'm benching, shoes from Givenchy
Shirt come from Prada but the belt say Fendi
If you having girl problems ask ya Bytch why she miss me
Playa since birth it ain't on me bytch it's in me
Don't like you energy, don't know why they envy me
Grind on a hunnit can't stop Bytch I'm in deep
Heard they want that pressure wake em up cause they been sleeping
I Heard They Want That Pressure Ima Give Em What They Ask Fo
How I'm running shyt bytch I coulda been an ass hole
I keep running like a nose with a damn cold
Keep a pole like a stripper everywhere I go
I watch my own bag like a Fendi bag
I bar none I need to re up on some xans
I got that Drake with me this was Gods plan
Drums on every Mac call that Garage Band
Credits
Writer(s): James Johnson
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