She Pressure
You know it's heavy action here Red seats match your hair
Left like 30 racks in there, that's just so I can come back in there
Act like I forgot about it, knowing that I need it, yeah
I'ma leave it there, bitch, you just bet not have no niggas there
Niggas say I'm silver spoon, bitch, I ain't had no silverware
Porsche a call her, Panamera, sauce it up, marinara
Fronted him a pack, that boy pay me back in Neveruary,
That was December, I just hit his bitch in January
She pressure, she pressure, she pressure, she pressure, she pressure
That shit impressive, if you throw it back
You know I'ma catch it if I got it on me
It's for blowing, bitch, don't miss your blessing
I'm in Toronto, in the Canada goose
Wok in Canada dry, here go a thousand, wipe your eyes
Since Marlo died, I cannot cry, shit, you lucky it's you and I
Cause you know my motto, me and mine, all these niggas in this car
They know the motto, shoot or die, shoot or die, shoot or die
Yeah, I got them bows, bitch, and this shit ain't come with a suit and tie
You know that shit, my pet peeve, don't fuck on broke or goofy guys
You know I'm super jazzy, that's the lil' shit that I scrutinize.
Why you come like that,
When I fuck from the back, why you run like that
What's one round, you gotta run that back
Bitch, you know it's no fun in that
What's fun to me, I like Counting racks
Talkin' jazzy while I'm shootin' some craps
When I'm hittin' licks, I'm like Supreme Mask
Check the score, I'm in a mean bag
Hate shoppin' with Selena
This bitch wanna know where Celine at
Both of us got weed habits
L.A. lookin' at the weed map
I taste pineapples when I eat that
I'm all the way and I mean that
Hittin' on the floor, I'ma need that
I gave da lil' bitch, two Gs of that
She pressure, she pressure, she pressure
She pressure, she pressure, she pressure
Shit impressive, if you throw it back
You know I'ma catch it if I got it on me
It's for blowin', bitch, don't miss your blessing
I'm in Toronto, in the Canada goose
Wok in Canada dry, here go a thousand, wipe your ass
Since Marlo died, I cannot cry
Shit, you lucky it's you and I cuz
You know my motto, me and mine
All these niggas in this car
They know the motto, shoot or die
Shoot or die
Left like 30 racks in there, that's just so I can come back in there
Act like I forgot about it, knowing that I need it, yeah
I'ma leave it there, bitch, you just bet not have no niggas there
Niggas say I'm silver spoon, bitch, I ain't had no silverware
Porsche a call her, Panamera, sauce it up, marinara
Fronted him a pack, that boy pay me back in Neveruary,
That was December, I just hit his bitch in January
She pressure, she pressure, she pressure, she pressure, she pressure
That shit impressive, if you throw it back
You know I'ma catch it if I got it on me
It's for blowing, bitch, don't miss your blessing
I'm in Toronto, in the Canada goose
Wok in Canada dry, here go a thousand, wipe your eyes
Since Marlo died, I cannot cry, shit, you lucky it's you and I
Cause you know my motto, me and mine, all these niggas in this car
They know the motto, shoot or die, shoot or die, shoot or die
Yeah, I got them bows, bitch, and this shit ain't come with a suit and tie
You know that shit, my pet peeve, don't fuck on broke or goofy guys
You know I'm super jazzy, that's the lil' shit that I scrutinize.
Why you come like that,
When I fuck from the back, why you run like that
What's one round, you gotta run that back
Bitch, you know it's no fun in that
What's fun to me, I like Counting racks
Talkin' jazzy while I'm shootin' some craps
When I'm hittin' licks, I'm like Supreme Mask
Check the score, I'm in a mean bag
Hate shoppin' with Selena
This bitch wanna know where Celine at
Both of us got weed habits
L.A. lookin' at the weed map
I taste pineapples when I eat that
I'm all the way and I mean that
Hittin' on the floor, I'ma need that
I gave da lil' bitch, two Gs of that
She pressure, she pressure, she pressure
She pressure, she pressure, she pressure
Shit impressive, if you throw it back
You know I'ma catch it if I got it on me
It's for blowin', bitch, don't miss your blessing
I'm in Toronto, in the Canada goose
Wok in Canada dry, here go a thousand, wipe your ass
Since Marlo died, I cannot cry
Shit, you lucky it's you and I cuz
You know my motto, me and mine
All these niggas in this car
They know the motto, shoot or die
Shoot or die
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Writer(s): Chardon Scott
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