[Verse 1] Pressure I'm the king with that Ball so hard she got a ring with that She got a belt with buckle with a thing attached Hop out and start ringing that Got my name in your mouth we gon' dead that Straight killers aim where your head at Fuck that we coming where your bread at Nah fuck that we coming where you live at Pressure, pressure, never fallen under pressure Got to keep my tool on, these dudes be iced up Pressure, pressure, never fallen under pressure Come around with that fuck shit guaranteed you get left there You got young niggas that be catching wreck Swing their macs like nunchucks For you fuck niggas that's pillow talking I'mma keep it really they ain't thorough bruh Pressure, pressure, I was never under no pressure Still whipping white 'til my nose run, whip up them extras
[Hook](x2) Thirty-six O's, cooking on the stove See my niggas on the curb, pull up on them like yo What you got for me let's go
[Verse 2] Yo fam I've been hanging your jack for a week what you got for me Keep [?] my calls like I'm one of your bitches you what's up you got a [?] for me All my niggas on the clock with me All my niggas in the field they be banging non stop with me All my niggas shit we grind from the basement it's only right that they make it to the top with me And we living by the code no pressure, no pressure Got [?] on the right got [?] on the left they'll stretch ya Me and Ras going [?} we chilling we ain't even got to touch ya And the whole hood screaming Osama you next up Got a couple deals on the table right now I'm going to push these bricks Riding around I'm a hood nigga became filthy rich I wish a nigga would try to say twim llamas not in the mix Still throwing [?] in the pot whip, whip 'til it lock
[Hook](x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
