Pressure

I'll do you right, don't know nothin' diff
I talk my shit, I talk my shit
All these niggas totin' counterfeit
All these niggas totin' counterfeit drip
I got like 30 hoes, ain't countin' that bitch
My fits a fire hose, it's gettin' bad quick
I really fire hoes, I give her back quicker
I don't like lying hoes, she went back to her nigga (damn)
And my new bitch feelin' thicker (damn)
And I gotta count these figures (damn)

I been up on a new floor
But it ain't the top floor
Shit got sticky, dropped the roof
Like, "Where the top go?"
I ain't ignant, you can't do this in a Tahoe
I took my girl to the swap meet
Ain't swappin' cars man we swappin' bitches
Ain't swappin' money for them glocks and switches
I put my bread up in them big investments
And now shawty tryna show her breasts
I'm not gon lie bae, them shits impressive
I don't got time to be out here pressin'
I do got time to be out here dressin'
Don't say no lines unless I address ya
Yea, you an enemy bae, until I test ya
And I'm bout to pop this fuckin' Tesla
And I'm made for the fuckin pressure



Credits
Writer(s): Adio Joshua Marchant, Ola Modupe-ojo, Jennifer Erin Decilveo, Oskar Sikow
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