Pressure

I know you want it so just come apply some pressure boy
Ion think I wanna fuck with nun these lesser boys
I'ma bless you boy
But can I trust you boy
Let's make a movie put that phone up on the dresser boy
Uh huh
Uh huh

Ayo
See these hands hold the power of my tongue, just beware
I can see straight through you no matter the clothes you wear
Boy this pen game, dick game, insane, either way it go
I come heated, ball of fire no matter the rain or snow
Like the judge in the front, I'm the one who makes the case
I know you hate when I state you a bitch and you fake
You know I like my niggas rare but well done like my steak
Type of pressure make a diamond, you can see it in my face

I see heads and I turn em all
Flip the coin, if it's tails, I'm acting up like Jamal
Once I get you in my face, the tension is wall to wall
We ain't on the court but we damn sure gone have a ball
Love these coated lips
Bottled hips
Let me touch on all yo dips
Yea this shit is automatic but he love to drive the stick
You obsessed?
Say it with it yo chest.
Apply some pressure and you might just be who's next

I know you want it so just come apply some pressure boy
Ion think I wanna fuck with nun these lesser boys
I'ma bless you boy
But can I trust you boy
Let's make a movie put that phone up on the dresser boy
Uh uh
Uh uh

I get it now
We going rounds
Keep that body up
The way I put it down
Hearing all them sounds
Hold up, he throwing pounds
I think I lost my count
I put em on that mount

What's the word on the next one, flex one
Ion fuck with squares, ima X one, X won
See me cruising by, he gone text me
Think he schooling me lil nigga don't test me
Fucking with them whores, I can tell you where the best be
Million dollar body, get permission just to touch me
I can tell you a simp from yo moves, you must be
Why you think I'm lying lil baby you should trust me
Look at how he pressed B
Back up, ima press B
Futuristic icon in the making
Where the press be
This pen cold
Freezing like the North Pole
Hit em- Hit em with that pressure
Watch how all these lil niggas fold

I know you want it so just come apply some pressure boy
Ion think I wanna fuck with nun these lesser boys
I'ma bless you boy
But can I trust you boy
Let's make a movie put that phone up on the dresser boy
Uh huh
Uh huh



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Writer(s): Terell Smith
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