Presha

Got damn

Talk yo shit sis

Whew, ya

Steppin' on they necks nah

Applyin' pressure

You can't do the shit that I do

They playin' catch up

Say he got his weight up

His pockets light as a feather

Teach these ****

How to hustle now

I'm they professor

I been ridin' grindin'

Tryna get some more

Shinin' its blindin'

They be hatin' on the low

They lyin' and spyin'

Wanna know

How I'm gettin' dough

I'm buyin' supplyin'

Ooo lets go

Steppin' on they necks

Applyin' pressure

Bitch I'm heavy now

Bitches actin' like they want beef

They ain't gotta cow

Why the fuck you think

They call me Qween

When you see me bow

Bitch I'm free

Do what the fuck I want

And they wonder how

Got the whole universe

On my side

Don't never feel low

I stay high

Green make me stronger

Like Popeye

Bitch don't play with me

Go pop pop

Hit that hoe in her temple

Now she cockeyed

Keep 3 eyes open

When the block hot

Told me simmer down

Crock pot

Snatched his soul

He hit the jackpot

Pretty brownskin

Bad bitch full Black

They hate to compensate

For the balls they lack

Slim little bitty but

Heavy is my bag

Now I'm bitin' heads off

Like a Titan on Attack

Steppin' on they necks nah

Applyin' pressure

You can't do the shit that I do

They playin' catch up

Say he got his weight up

His pockets light as a feather

Teach these ****

How to hustle now

I'm they professor

I been ridin' grindin'

Tryna get some more

Shinin' its blindin'

They be hatin' on the low

They lyin' and spyin'

Wanna know

How I'm gettin' dough

I'm buyin' supplyin'

Ooo lets go

Like the weed I just rolled

I'ma grow

So on my soul I know

Must be on a cruise

If you been sleepin' on my flow

I know when it's time to chew you

All you rappers look like mentos

Y'all be flexin' rentals

I done that bean there lentils

All this shit is mental

Do this music

Cause I'm meant to

Don't come for me

'Les I sent you

Don't know me or

What I been through

Won't open up like venues

Won't read me like a menu

Get this money

Keep my soul

And keep the piece

Just like a Hindu

I'ma catch hot potato

You catch up like a tomato

Switch the style up like tornado

Givin' Luke wit' out a halo

Over your head like a halo

Hatin' hoe

So I need gun like in Halo

Hey hoe don't make me

Make a halo

On the track I'm fatal

Steppin' on they necks nah

Applyin' pressure

You can't do the shit that I do

They playin' catch up

Say he got his weight up

His pockets light as a feather

Teach these ****

How to hustle now

I'm they professor

I been ridin' grindin'

Tryna get some more

Shinin' its blindin'

They be hatin' on the low

They lyin' and spyin'

Wanna know

How I'm gettin' dough

I'm buyin' supplyin'

Ooo lets go

Ooo lets go

Ooo lets go