[Chorus] Pressure all in my loft Steady gettin' this shit off At first I was lost Then I got me some crops She give ass on the top I got shooters who watch and alerted When they aim it's precise and it's perfect When I go in she feeling it perfect NBA money I need a jersey Kickin' shit in the penthouse that's furnished She came over we fucked on the furniture I woke up and I shot at a burglar I be hanging with felons and murderers Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you Send the addy we pull up and serve you Hit stick [?] Plottin' on niggas we sinister Just sold a bag to a minister I wanna feel on your curvature My lil bih from Decatur she savage But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri
[Verse 1] All this swipin' increasing my salary Different cities I took this shit national She say please come in go in my vaginal Fendi jogger my outfit be casual Gucci headband but no I'm not hoopin' Niggas push up on us then they stupid They ain't hip to the dawg, well they clueless Bought a stick and I know I'ma use it Me and my niggas on the same page We talkin' on the phone we use code names White bitch same color cocaine We ain't fuck around with no lames On my left hand 4 rangs All these blues ain't no change Even with the money I won't change Even with the fame I'm humble One way ticket out to Humboldt All these racks I need two vaults Shout out my niggas in Duval Free all my niggas behind the wall Wish I could burn one with all of y'all Wish y'all had no time at all There's money out here and I'ma find it all I'ma go fill up this Louis duffle 4 years ago I still struggled Now I gotta sack and I'm still hustlin' My lil youngin' gonna kill somethin' Heard your mixtape I ain't feel nothin' The streets I ain't trust for real Need an M before I sign a deal Seen a scale and it gave me chills Remember just keep it real
[Chorus] Pressure all in my loft Steady gettin' this shit off At first I was lost Then I got me some crops She give ass on the top I got shooters who watch and alerted When they aim it's precise and it's perfect When I go in she feeling it perfect NBA money I need a jersey Kickin' shit in the penthouse that's furnished She came over we fucked on the furniture I woke up and I shot at a burglar I be hanging with felons and murderers Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you Send the addy we pull up and serve you Hit stick [?] Plottin' on niggas we sinister Just sold a bag to a minister I wanna feel on your curvature My lil bih from Decatur she savage But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiriTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
