Apply Pressure
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck
Keep my foot on these niggas' neck
(Ayy, young Flex, you wildin')
I'll never drink again
Fill us up, I'll never drink that Hen' again
Oh, yeah
Watch this
Gotta keep, oh, keep my foot on these niggas' neck
Watch this, yeah
Can't lose with the jewels, quick to close a deal for twenty mil'
So fuck how a fuck nigga feel, for real
I know these niggas don't like me, don't want a nigga to like me
You got beef, don't hide it, nigga, do somethin' 'bout it
Let the haters do what haters do (Yeah)
I bend the corner in Mercedes coupe (Skrrt)
Then I toupee the roof (What up?)
Came gray, I wrapped it Navy blue
Then bought the same one in baby blue for my baby boo
You had your shot, now pass the rock
Six seconds left on the clock, coach, go with your bread and butter
Fast offense, don't never huddle
We like the dream team, you wanna win a ring
Then come fuck with youngin (We goin' five for five)
Niggas actin' like they glad I'm here
But deep down, they mad I'm here (I'm sayin')
I don't owe a nigga nothin', fuck ya, get it back in blood (What up?)
It is what it is, it was what it was, uh (Fuck)
And the grindin' don't stop and the shinin' just begin (Begin, oh)
We finally get to win (Win, oh)
Why you mad at me? You should be glad for me (Okay)
You had the ball, nigga, now pass the ball, oh
I'ma keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Yeah)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Uh)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Watch this)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Ayy)
Foot on these niggas' neck (I'm sayin', though)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (You know that)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck
(Ayy, don't act like you don't know what the fuck is up)
I'ma keep my foot on these niggas' neck, uh
(Fuck is wrong with you, man? They gon' love a star)
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Keep my foot on this shit now
I know, I know
Haha, ayy, I'm sayin', though, okay
I'm sayin', though, what up?
Okay, uh
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck
Keep my foot on these niggas' neck
(Ayy, young Flex, you wildin')
I'll never drink again
Fill us up, I'll never drink that Hen' again
Oh, yeah
Watch this
Gotta keep, oh, keep my foot on these niggas' neck
Watch this, yeah
Can't lose with the jewels, quick to close a deal for twenty mil'
So fuck how a fuck nigga feel, for real
I know these niggas don't like me, don't want a nigga to like me
You got beef, don't hide it, nigga, do somethin' 'bout it
Let the haters do what haters do (Yeah)
I bend the corner in Mercedes coupe (Skrrt)
Then I toupee the roof (What up?)
Came gray, I wrapped it Navy blue
Then bought the same one in baby blue for my baby boo
You had your shot, now pass the rock
Six seconds left on the clock, coach, go with your bread and butter
Fast offense, don't never huddle
We like the dream team, you wanna win a ring
Then come fuck with youngin (We goin' five for five)
Niggas actin' like they glad I'm here
But deep down, they mad I'm here (I'm sayin')
I don't owe a nigga nothin', fuck ya, get it back in blood (What up?)
It is what it is, it was what it was, uh (Fuck)
And the grindin' don't stop and the shinin' just begin (Begin, oh)
We finally get to win (Win, oh)
Why you mad at me? You should be glad for me (Okay)
You had the ball, nigga, now pass the ball, oh
I'ma keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Yeah)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Uh)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Watch this)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (Ayy)
Foot on these niggas' neck (I'm sayin', though)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck (You know that)
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas' neck
(Ayy, don't act like you don't know what the fuck is up)
I'ma keep my foot on these niggas' neck, uh
(Fuck is wrong with you, man? They gon' love a star)
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Keep my foot on this shit now
I know, I know
Haha, ayy, I'm sayin', though, okay
I'm sayin', though, what up?
Okay, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Rodarius M Green, Saad Ghallab, Felix Govaerts, Will Michael Tunstall
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