Pressure

Now we bar kissing, I took a barbie bitch to the bar, we bar kissing

I know you been fuckin with him for a long time no way you just met him
You said you love me but the whole time i was place holding for you to get better

it ain't get better, the whole situation just kept getting worse when you did something extra
Ain't no bitch can say she left me cause i promise to god i let her
And i ain't gon lie you left me in the cold but you took my sweater

I hit the party and i show my pole this bitch she turned to a dancer
We flash our money he can't pull out no shit, it's temper tantrums

And i been through some shit that i didn't even know that i could handle
And i ain't gon lie i gotta thank the drugs cause they good helpers

She telling you all this shit i did to her and you probably felt her
Niggas simping trying fuck on my ex bitch just to say they did it

i poured a 4 of this wock and i'm high as shit but i barley sipped it
I hit the trap it's like gta, all types of guns passing missions

I'm balling hard and i'm shooting my shot, showed this bitch i'm off my pivot
This nigga will did trying take 50 Cents from me im P.I.M.P ing

That shit you went and did, it makes no sense to me you tripping
I took a barbie bitch straight to the bar now we bar kissing

I did what i did, but you did too so either way we even
I coached these lil niggas but i bossed up now i'm brad stevens

Matter fact i'm passed even, i cracked the pack the packs reeking
lightskin bitch she puerto rican, call me papi david ortizing
And she a fan and she want to fuck but it's fun when i go tease her
We on the phone with the opps i can't hear shit but "Jesus meet us"

She paid to meet us, dior shoes b 22s i'm running fast left them in the dust yeah i left em in the dust
I ducked my pride and i sat down and put my feelings up, but i regret it cause i ain't love you i just wanted to fuck

I put my energy into a bitch we could've all plucked, i plead the fifth to any situation involve us

When i go home i hit the stash and i go count it up
My trap phone buzzin he needs za you need a pound or what?

When i feel sick i gotta call bro i need a pint of plush
Just left my bitch and i'm excited the runner up

I'm excited for my runner up, at the bar kissing, we at the bar kissing im trying to show my stash or sum, we at the bar kissing im trying to show my stash or sum



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Writer(s): Jose Depina
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