Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Janyla Winston
Janyla Winston
Background Vocals
Amari Lee Ross
Amari Lee Ross
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Wright
Malik Wright
Songwriter
Taylor Johnson
Taylor Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karmality
Karmality
Co-Producer
Jamp
Jamp
Producer

Lyrics

Foot on necks and pressure applied, ho
Foot on necks, pressure applied
Foot on necks and pressure applied, ho
Foot on necks, pressure applied
Bad built like Bigfoot, shoot at her feet
Call her slew foot, Tell a hoe get up
Duckin' action like Bigfoot, Oreo callin' your man
Pick her up on his good foot
Internet shit, tell em it's dead
Face shot shit, Go right through your head
I don't play gangsta, But Bitches is sped
If you think I ain't with it, Get that shit out your head
Fuckining with me, I ain't playin' this time
Foot on necks, pressure applied
Talking slick shit, I ain't lettin' it slide
Don't your daddy have seizures? Who is that guy
Fucking with me This time he gon' die
Don't your daddy have seizures? Who is that guy
Fucking with me, this time he gon' die
Bitches itching for beef, you know who it is
**** gon' step, you know what it is
Not beatin shit you ain't like that for real
**** gon' shoot bodies, droppin' like deers
Bitch about to see somethin, One pump, two pump
Choppa come through Gon' leave your Whole crew Slump
Slew foot ass bitch, no hoe gon' shoot some
Call up the members, bitch gon' see somee
Foot on necks, pressure applied
Foot on necks and pressure applied ho
I'm on your ass, Bitch bouta go snitch
Weak-ass bitch, Ain't gon do shit
Flunky-ass ****, Ain't gon' shoot shit
Call up them members, He up in a ditch
Flunky-ass ****, Go tell yo brother read some
Shoot em in the stomach, Tell that **** go shit some
Can't be my Opp, If you don't drill shit
You fuckin' a gangsta, don't mean shit
It really don't though, what the fuck you thought
Cause you fuckin' a gangster, that made your ass hard or something
Sit the fuck down
You wanna get in the booth, I ain't stoppin' you, sis
Don't be mad when I get in your shit
You ain't ready for smoke, Them dreads' gettin' split
I'ma stay on your ass And I'm killin' that bitch
I'm not saving you either, Wig, was a chop
At it again, Gon leave yo shit, mopped
Beat up by a big bitch, Send her the drop
Hoes feelin froggy, Till they get hit get with the e chop
Itty-bitty piggy, Bitches, you built like Biggie
Got your shit took, Do, you really love me stevie
No they can't see me, Have, you bitches on TV
Applyin' pressure, Hoes duckin, can't see me
Get out in the street, Hit in the face
Smokin' on who, Hit with that lace
Tryin' to jump who, Hit with that mace
Tryin' to jump who, Straight shots, no case
Foot on necks, pressure applied
I'ma stay on yo ass, Sending these shots
It ain't safe for yo ass Pressure Applied
Keep talkin' shit, Get put in the trash
Pressure Applied Ain't standin' on shit
You hoes play it fast Pressure applied
Pressure applied Ain't standin' on shit
You hoes playit play it fast Pressure applied
God ready to see yo lil ass
Foot on necks, pressure applied
Foot on necks, pressure applied
Foot on necks and pressure applied, hoe
Fuck you thought hoe I ain't done
I put you bitches In check, I still got my self respect
**** be pussy, Foot on they knecks
I plot and scheme, So hoes could be next
I put a slew foot hoe On point
I put a pastor in check, self anoint
I'll roll a funky, Up In my next joint
I got a ugly hoes talkin, Like she wortha point
Foot on knecks, Not to no ball
I don't play wi ****, Get in killed in a stall
Switch it up quick, She gon take the fall
Hit him dead deas in his shit, give a fuck if you parents tall
My parents, Still here no shade with it
They don't have seizures, Don't play with it
My brother ain't slow, No game with it
Get yo daddy shot, No phrase hidden
Hotter than who, Bouta watch it happen
I'm number one, Bouta see sum magic
I'm the MP, Bouta see hoes lagging
It's only me, Oh God what happened
I'm the MP, Bouta see hoes lagging
It's only me, Oh God what happened
I'm still tryna see, Who the baddest
I'm still tryna see, Who the baddest
Written by: Malik Wright, Taylor Johnson
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