Pressure (feat. FNF Chop)

Turn up the beat Imma turn up the streets Turnt up the heat and Im still in the kitchen I cant retreat Imma do it a lil different Made up my mind I done made it my mission I gotta hit it I cant go for missing I cant go for nothing I just gotta get it She all on me cause she knowin Im winnin & Loving the way I be standin on business Imma real artist dese words like graffiti She look at me like she just wanna eat me Write in the air and its like you can see it Im playing it fair the streets really need me I got what you need if you need to get feeded I put the P in the power of the people Im passing out Ps like a mafuckin teacher Its power in my words like Im up in here preaching Been going dumb now Im bout to go dumber Im trynna go up and take over a summer You want you a winner bih I been a wonner I dont gotta shoot now I bought me a gunner I cant rock witcha you look a lil chatty Loose at the lips you gone give up the status Bringing em in we gone break em and bag em Aint too much shit we cant say we aint having Straight out the hood gotta crazy lil baddy Pullin out weapons like inspector gadget I cant love you if you dont love me more I gotta know its fa sho we a go Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Bust down my neck trying to blind em with diamonds They like how Im shining they hitting I spent a hundred on jewelry If Im lying then Im flying and I cant tell the time on my wrist Rocking all type of designer Im fly as a pilot They watching they like how I drip Up with the stick get the wilding This bitch get the growling it quiet it came with a kit (HUH) She fell in love with a gangster She fell in love with a stepper Im in the streets eating up the beef How you gone thug with no weapon Bust down my teeth diamonds OD These bitches hate when I texted them She want a seed then I make her eat I send her home in a Tesla I drop a eight of the drank in a sprite Trying to fill that bitch up till it pour over Don't get in my car bitch I don't got a license Police get behind me I wont pull over I done drunk all the juice and done smoke all my weed Gotta go to the store get some more soda Imma shoot off his face so his family cant recognize him Only know cause the morgue told them Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure Heavy pressure