[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
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