No Pressure
It's Vinci
Just kiss me
You know I care (you know I care)
Oh
I won't let you, you got my name on a sweatshirt
Do you really wanna talk to me?
I can't take it being separate
I wanna be all yours, I could be honest babe
Just do what you promised babe
You're making my chest hurt
We should do this with no pressure
No matter what I achieve
I don't believe that I am really a beast
Aye
I'll keep it brief, just give me a second to sweep
You up off of your feet
Look
Picture a vision, picture a much better place
You should live in
Picture a world with no division, picture a name
You should've been given
Aye, look
Look me in my eyes, we could take a ride, we could ride past every street
Aye, yuh
You are the two, I am the one, you should be
Fucking with me
Look
Can I be honest?
You know I'm not a regular artist
(regular artist)
I am the hottest, shawty you really know
You the hottest
(know you the hottest)
"Call me Jt" that's my ringtone
Running through these bitches
I feel like a Flintstone
Call me 'Thanos' you ain't getting this stoned
If you were my kids
You bitches are getting disowned
I do em' like a toilet, they get pissed on
(pissed on)
I need more plates for my wrist bone (ice)
Hit the exit, then a bitch gone
Have my niggas in Detroit
Blitz you like the 'Pistons'
Let me know if it's a problem, you know I'll solve it
Check your ass like I'm a cashier
I am the border, you are behind it
You know that you cannot pass here
I ain't never stressing about an opp bitch
Matter fact, let me put you on the block list
Caught your nigga looking at my ass on the gram
Damn, he a fan
Told me that he really wanna tap this
I won't let ya
You got my name on a sweatshirt
Do you really wanna talk to me?
I can tell you're being separate
I wanna be all yours
I could be honest, babe
Just do what you promised, babe
You making my chest hurt
We should do this with no pressure
I won't let you
You got my name on a sweatshirt
Do you really wanna talk to me?
I can't take it being separate
I wanna be all yours
I could be honest, babe
Just do what you promised, babe
You making my chest hurt
We should do this with no pressure
I don't really care about the comments
I just want the commas
Baby, you can leave me out the drama
I just wanna take you to Bahamas
Put your feet in the sand
Let me be your man
Do you have a plan?
Look, keep it a hundred
I'll put a ring on your hand (hand)
We can be private baby
They don't understand (stand)
You know you got it
You know I do what I can (can)
I'm undefeated
Because I know who I am (uh)
Just kiss me
You know I care (you know I care)
Oh
I won't let you, you got my name on a sweatshirt
Do you really wanna talk to me?
I can't take it being separate
I wanna be all yours, I could be honest babe
Just do what you promised babe
You're making my chest hurt
We should do this with no pressure
No matter what I achieve
I don't believe that I am really a beast
Aye
I'll keep it brief, just give me a second to sweep
You up off of your feet
Look
Picture a vision, picture a much better place
You should live in
Picture a world with no division, picture a name
You should've been given
Aye, look
Look me in my eyes, we could take a ride, we could ride past every street
Aye, yuh
You are the two, I am the one, you should be
Fucking with me
Look
Can I be honest?
You know I'm not a regular artist
(regular artist)
I am the hottest, shawty you really know
You the hottest
(know you the hottest)
"Call me Jt" that's my ringtone
Running through these bitches
I feel like a Flintstone
Call me 'Thanos' you ain't getting this stoned
If you were my kids
You bitches are getting disowned
I do em' like a toilet, they get pissed on
(pissed on)
I need more plates for my wrist bone (ice)
Hit the exit, then a bitch gone
Have my niggas in Detroit
Blitz you like the 'Pistons'
Let me know if it's a problem, you know I'll solve it
Check your ass like I'm a cashier
I am the border, you are behind it
You know that you cannot pass here
I ain't never stressing about an opp bitch
Matter fact, let me put you on the block list
Caught your nigga looking at my ass on the gram
Damn, he a fan
Told me that he really wanna tap this
I won't let ya
You got my name on a sweatshirt
Do you really wanna talk to me?
I can tell you're being separate
I wanna be all yours
I could be honest, babe
Just do what you promised, babe
You making my chest hurt
We should do this with no pressure
I won't let you
You got my name on a sweatshirt
Do you really wanna talk to me?
I can't take it being separate
I wanna be all yours
I could be honest, babe
Just do what you promised, babe
You making my chest hurt
We should do this with no pressure
I don't really care about the comments
I just want the commas
Baby, you can leave me out the drama
I just wanna take you to Bahamas
Put your feet in the sand
Let me be your man
Do you have a plan?
Look, keep it a hundred
I'll put a ring on your hand (hand)
We can be private baby
They don't understand (stand)
You know you got it
You know I do what I can (can)
I'm undefeated
Because I know who I am (uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Johnson
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