Pressure (feat. FNF Chop)

Turn up the beat Imma turn up the streets
Turnt up the heat and Im still in the kitchen
I cant retreat Imma do it a lil different
Made up my mind I done made it my mission
I gotta hit it I cant go for missing
I cant go for nothing I just gotta get it
She all on me cause she knowin Im winnin
& loving the way I be standin on business
Imma real artist dese words like graffiti
She look at me like she just wanna eat me
Write in the air and its like you can see it
Im playing it fair the streets really need me
I got what you need if you need to get feeded
I put the P in the power of the people
Im passing out Ps like a mafuckin teacher
Its power in my words like Im up in here preaching

Been going dumb now Im bout to go dumber
Im trynna go up and take over a summer
You want you a winner bih I been a wonner
I dont gotta shoot now I bought me a gunner
I cant rock witcha you look a lil chatty
Loose at the lips you gone give up the status
Bringing em in we gone break em and bag em
Aint too much shit we cant say we aint having
Straight out the hood gotta crazy lil baddy
Pullin out weapons like inspector gadget
I cant love you if you dont love me more
I gotta know its fa sho we a go

Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
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Bust down my neck trying to blind em with diamonds
They like how Im shining they hitting
I spent a hundred on jewelry
If Im lying then Im flying and I cant tell the time on my wrist
Rocking all type of designer Im fly as a pilot
They watching they like how I drip
Up with the stick get the wilding
This bitch get the growling it quiet it came with a kit (HUH)
She fell in love with a gangster
She fell in love with a stepper
Im in the streets eating up the beef
How you gone thug with no weapon
Bust down my teeth diamonds OD
These bitches hate when I texted them
She want a seed then I make her eat
I send her home in a Tesla
I drop a eight of the drank in a sprite
Trying to fill that bitch up till it pour over
Don't get in my car bitch I don't got a license
Police get behind me I wont pull over
I done drunk all the juice and done smoke all my weed
Gotta go to the store get some more soda
Imma shoot off his face so his family cant recognize him
Only know cause the morgue told them

Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure
Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
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