Pressure (feat. The Godfather, OnFully & Glockboyz Teejaee)

Man Y'all know what the fuck going on man From charged up to the Brothers Over Money man Niggas is hoes, ain't gotta speak on it Bro got some work that boy do scams and put his feet on it Why you talking 'bout some shit if you don't really be on it Forty said we 'bout to get a brick and put a three on it I'm on Conant grabbin' lamb chops Its funny how a lot of bitches sick I got the bag now Crazy I was with 'em tryin' to get up but was assed out They like why you walk outside the crib with all that cash out Whole time I ain't even got it all on me Brodie said he need the pape so I met him at the coney I might be a little late had to bump into my homie You niggas ain't never got pape and that shit blow me A nigga bet not owe me or he gone get blew I was waiting on a line you was in line for a shoe Heard he talking crazy I hit brodie line now he threw You the type to talk cash shit online you a goof Oh he worried cause he heard we got them straps too That boy should've kept hoopin' that shit was wack too Sending shots through yo' mans gone get him wacked too Riding with thirty three extensions longer than Shaq shoe Niggas braggin bout some shit I went and spent on a chain Balling like Ginobili I'll put a dub on yo' brain See me dripped in off-white she fell in love with the 'caine He see me doing shit he can't do cause he lame Took some money to the lawyer case a nigga try me When brodie rollin' off the pill he down to catch a homi Like a trust fall nigga I'm down to catch a body If I shoot a nigga know my niggas right behind me White and rose, rose and white, and all rose gold Mar copped the all white now all the bros froze Keep her out the kitchen she done left the stove on Drew calling in he asking what the hoes on After we leave the stu we picking Mar chain up Reach for one of these he gone have to pick his brains up Niggas rocking Jubilees get yo' change up Keep a nine on me I aint never got my chain tucked Forty in yo' stash I spent that on a Presi Would've wore it to the stu but that bitch be getting heavy If I pass the ball to Drew he gone shoot it with no hesi Nigga I be in them banks everyday like I'm Desi Yeah they fucked up when they let me get a stick in my possession I be in the city with baby drac' on me come and catch me I don't know the last time I left the crib without my weapon Bring out twenty racks in all dubs that shit be getting messy See this chain I dare you reach for it you leaving on a stretcher Think the feds on me I pray everyday they never catch me In the club spilling drank on all the couches in the section Free my nigga Baby Jay he was quick to come and press you Take the fully chop and bring the fully glock applying pressure Watch me stand over the body and just empty out my weapon Crack the seal on a pint pour it up we ain't gone measure it My nigga doing life in the can cause he ain't tell 'em shit Run up on you chop snatch yo' waist just like a BBL Last time I checked we up the score need a PBL Make the little bitch suck my dick I don't got to prevail Wrap this shit up and shoot it out catch it in the mail Know we on the tour actin' dumb leave you on the map In the street hustling shit got it on my fitted cap Twitter fingers get yo' ass killed don't do the internet Reach and leave his noodles on the curb that nigga look a mess You Johnny Test ass niggas still aint catch a body yet One eighty seven put the club on crime know the rest Speeding so fast two hundred on the dash a heart attack I know it's good to look like money where yo' money at Out in Cali with them bees looking for where honey at When I pop out niggas know I got my gun what kind of shit is that Ten milli or the twenty three call them bitches mix and match Stop acting like we ain't hit that little hoe she know we been in that I'm only gone rap about some shit if it really happened Man how the fuck we out here hiding we keep on catching y'all in traffic Free Baby Jay he been done shot the wrong nigga man he a savage Even my mama know we find out where they at and go get it bracking Stay on some bull shit Quit hooping and now my highlights on a news clip Shooting jumpers don't try to walk up on wack jumper on no cool shit I don't play with these niggas I'm always down to use my blick Even the youngest nigga i be with Ride around with him a four fifth I fuck the hoes these niggas dream of, think about I got guns like TI get on that tip I bring them out They gave my nigga jaymo ten I can't wait till he get out Man while I'm talking bout him he probably got the blick on him right now The hood can't believe I rap cause they done seen me pop niggas I'm still gone shoot his ass when I see him again this shit dont stop nigga Brandon Jennings rookie of the year drop off a light fifty You want to beef with us because we popped yo' mans we gone send you with him Hide yo' bitch and keep yo' blick y'all know what the fuck going on