Pressure (feat. Fatz, J Styles, Streetz & Trapstar Toxic)

If it's on, then it's on

**** getting shot from the sun set

I'm with my G's when I go and make a one step

Cos man's gully like Mavado on the river banks

So you **** better run when I make it bang

Fully on crud, no half-stepping

And I got my own ting, not my darg's weapon

And **** know if I ain't got the chrome

I be stabbing **** up 'til I see the bone

Fam, we had everything cocked back

Violate my bro, had to show him that's its not that

So when I touch base, something's getting cooked

I walk through ****'s ends and they don't even look

Rob ****, leave them there blindfolded

And man be trapping OT with, like, 5 phones

And differently, all I gotta do is wink

And my young bucks are shooting out your tints

Yo, you taking molly, sipping lean

You **** lost parde

Smoking on bobs, that ain't Bob Marley

It's a lot parde

I'm bout gwop, gwop, gwop, dargie

TT selling, remix on rock Charlie

Granny's prayers always blessed me

And **** sending shots, but couldn't get me

Now I'm rolling with a Pepsi

Getting bursted, my heads hot and it teks me

And even if the odds ain't with me, I woulda bet me

Spin it round cah we bad

Always got a bit of weight on me like flab

Couple Z's in the ride, turn a Z into nine

And like Nines I always keep pebs by my side(Angels)

A little punchline for the hood

A-Okay for Keyz, the cunch line's doing good

I go hard and put my life on it

Me, Papi Keyz

Couldn't put a price on it

Search who? Suck yuh mudda, bad man nuh tek feel up

Feds lost the kid, they couldn't keep up

Dolce when me step, pussy 'ole

I could beef with my feet up

On hand pon mi waist as I beat it, teapot

In the ends, depart from friends when I reload

I can see it in his eyes, he lies, he's a weako

There ain't no sympathy, the referee be sending corn back

Mums old skool yardie, she seh yuh wan trap den gwarn trap

I'm on leave, so I can't lack

Feds on the kid, I'm paro, think the car's tapped

I'ma bomber, when I jack it in a trench, that's a large mac

What do you expect? Mummy's in debt, I'm bringing marge back

We all fam and squad, but it's Royal Rumble

Paid in full you **** served watch alpo crumble

Girls say they got no patience for a trapper

Oh please, for the p I'll leave the bae like japer

Trap yard looking like a forest better holla man

I was 16 moving packs out to Hollowman

Shit ain't changed, I'm out here, I don't relocate

Loyalty; I don't feed no snakes

I hit a belly with a 4, man 8

My bruddas know i love em, man, your beef is my beef same way

Look, I'm still breaking them packs down

Rely upon myself, I ain't looking for handout

I'm 5 bricks deep, 30 racks for a mad round

Tryna rob me, you're gonna hear how that nine sounds

5 figure ****, mum's life I used to smile over 9 pound Hopping out Audi, **** better know my style

My whip's foreign, sticks foreign, my bricks Holland

These **** hating on us cause we been popping

Times flying, all my **** caught in the trap

It's kinda hard to do this music when your juggling packs

Ice City going platinum baby

Shouts to my **** big keyz

Free the fucking team

One Foot Out coming real soon