Pressure
All my bitches pressure
All my ops is pussy
Hate to see we shining
I know they tired of looking
I'm gon run my check up
And keep them Benjis on me
This life I live so lit I feel these haters envy on me
All my piff is pressure
All my glocks extended
We keep winning we gon spend it
Ain't no penny pinching
All my niggaz touching tickets
All my diamonds dripping
So if it ain't about no dough I got no time to listen
I said it I done it I live it
Bitch I'm trying to get to a bag
I don't give a fuck bout who running the city
Looka I'm wit a bitch and she pretty
Ice in my neck got me chili really
Feeling like Meek cause I'm chasing a millie
So I keep it on me cause niggaz be drilling
Shorty say she don't be fucking with rappers
But she say my vibe is appealing
I get her back to the crib
and she gon be touching the ceiling
But when I kill it they always get up in they feelings
Haters be up in ya business but I just be minding my own
Please do not fuck wit me I'm in a zone
Ain't bout no dough don't be dialing my phone
Prolly out here somewhere trying to get a nigga bread up
Cause that'll be the shit to get a bitch to give the head up
Everybody on a nigga team getting cheddar
Nigga know a nigga keep it G to the letter
All a nigga really know to do is run it up
Had ya hand out you was doomed from the jump
Get dough disappear was the move from the jump
Now the only thing that make nigga move is the bucks
All my bitches pressure
All my ops is pussy
Hate to see we shining
I know they tired of looking
I'm gon run my check up
And keep them Benjis on me
This life I live so lit I feel these haters envy on me
All my piff is pressure
All my glocks extended
We keep winning we gon spend it
Ain't no penny pinching
All my niggaz touchin tickets
All my diamonds dripping
So if it ain't about no dough I got no time to listen
Southside nigga is you outside with it
Only got side bitches cuz I'm married to the game
Bout time niggas started recognizing real dope
Giving niggas real hope, only know pain
Only know only fans hoes
If she square then she tricking on a nigga cuz a nigga need pay
You don't get play you don't get plays
I am not phased by the shit that scared to admit
But you tell a bitch
I don't think you realize what you up against
You niggas talking all outta pocket and struggling
Bitch I'm ready to accept that I'm bubbling
If she get this dick then she in love with me
If she get this dick then she a real hoe
If I get too mad it get too real
I'm jus trying to get money nigga for real tho
All this talking and politicing
I'm good on it
Niggas way way too fly for deals homie
I wake up fuck get high for real homie
I was made for it
That's what they tell me whenever they trying to sell dreams
You wanna get down shorty you gotta zelle me
Or be ready to die for it can you tell me
If you could feel it in ya chest inhale me
I'm the realest that you met bitch tell me
All my bitches pressure
All my ops is pussy
Hate to see we shining
I know they tired of looking
I'm gon run my check up
And keep them Benjis on me
This life I live so lit I feel these haters envy on me
All my piff is pressure
All my glocks extended
We keep winning we gon spend it
Ain't no penny pinching
All my niggaz touching tickets
All my diamonds dripping
So if it ain't about no dough I got no time to listen
All my ops is pussy
Hate to see we shining
I know they tired of looking
I'm gon run my check up
And keep them Benjis on me
This life I live so lit I feel these haters envy on me
All my piff is pressure
All my glocks extended
We keep winning we gon spend it
Ain't no penny pinching
All my niggaz touching tickets
All my diamonds dripping
So if it ain't about no dough I got no time to listen
I said it I done it I live it
Bitch I'm trying to get to a bag
I don't give a fuck bout who running the city
Looka I'm wit a bitch and she pretty
Ice in my neck got me chili really
Feeling like Meek cause I'm chasing a millie
So I keep it on me cause niggaz be drilling
Shorty say she don't be fucking with rappers
But she say my vibe is appealing
I get her back to the crib
and she gon be touching the ceiling
But when I kill it they always get up in they feelings
Haters be up in ya business but I just be minding my own
Please do not fuck wit me I'm in a zone
Ain't bout no dough don't be dialing my phone
Prolly out here somewhere trying to get a nigga bread up
Cause that'll be the shit to get a bitch to give the head up
Everybody on a nigga team getting cheddar
Nigga know a nigga keep it G to the letter
All a nigga really know to do is run it up
Had ya hand out you was doomed from the jump
Get dough disappear was the move from the jump
Now the only thing that make nigga move is the bucks
All my bitches pressure
All my ops is pussy
Hate to see we shining
I know they tired of looking
I'm gon run my check up
And keep them Benjis on me
This life I live so lit I feel these haters envy on me
All my piff is pressure
All my glocks extended
We keep winning we gon spend it
Ain't no penny pinching
All my niggaz touchin tickets
All my diamonds dripping
So if it ain't about no dough I got no time to listen
Southside nigga is you outside with it
Only got side bitches cuz I'm married to the game
Bout time niggas started recognizing real dope
Giving niggas real hope, only know pain
Only know only fans hoes
If she square then she tricking on a nigga cuz a nigga need pay
You don't get play you don't get plays
I am not phased by the shit that scared to admit
But you tell a bitch
I don't think you realize what you up against
You niggas talking all outta pocket and struggling
Bitch I'm ready to accept that I'm bubbling
If she get this dick then she in love with me
If she get this dick then she a real hoe
If I get too mad it get too real
I'm jus trying to get money nigga for real tho
All this talking and politicing
I'm good on it
Niggas way way too fly for deals homie
I wake up fuck get high for real homie
I was made for it
That's what they tell me whenever they trying to sell dreams
You wanna get down shorty you gotta zelle me
Or be ready to die for it can you tell me
If you could feel it in ya chest inhale me
I'm the realest that you met bitch tell me
All my bitches pressure
All my ops is pussy
Hate to see we shining
I know they tired of looking
I'm gon run my check up
And keep them Benjis on me
This life I live so lit I feel these haters envy on me
All my piff is pressure
All my glocks extended
We keep winning we gon spend it
Ain't no penny pinching
All my niggaz touching tickets
All my diamonds dripping
So if it ain't about no dough I got no time to listen
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Writer(s): Keion Haydel
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