Therapy Shit 4

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)

Hey, my sister right here

Hey Kita, what we tell them hoes?

Hey, hey, hey

You ain't got to love me, baby, what I tell hoes (DJ Swift on the track)

Go to trippin' I'ma buy me some Chanel hoe

Then I'ma rock this shit and front you on a sail boat

Hit the 'Gram, go to flexin' from a cell phone

Independent big girl and she got her own apartment

Every night she set the mood and she don't like to argue

A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they momma

A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they momma

A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they momma

A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they momma

I do it, I stick it, I stick it, I do it

Suppressor, I'm pressure, but this is a Uzi

I fuck with Lil' Britney and shout out, Lil' Scooby

It's up there, I'm ignorant, stop talking, let's do it

Word around town, I'm with another **** bitch

Gotta be a lie, I'm busy dealing with my kids

You love your hoe then cuff her, fuck what other **** think

Her booty hole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same

She know that we beefin' and she started runnin' game

She know we ain't speakin' can't get caught up in her ways

Squash her from behind, got her hollerin' that's on gang

Slap her 9 times, roll her around what you think?

Free my **** Bellucci, white tone, head band it's Gucci

Before they started twerkin' they used to pop the coochie

Before you started rappin' you wasn't gangsta, you was pussy

You know you scared, uh hold up, there go OG Boobie

I'm runnin' the bread up, I got Huli right here coolin'

Controllin' me, yeah love, I got shooters who got shooters

Exposing the real ****, that's some shit that we not doing

We hide the floss of our brother, go ask Rolo how we movin'

OG Ken drop me off, I just jump out and go stupid

One way, the dumb way, I think y'all know how we do it

I'm payin' luxury tax, you know, yeah I can't relax

I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, Gato, vato need you in the back

I'm in the building we can relax

Baby, come near me, Draco be strapped

We got some children, they gon' be strapped

Say you wanna kill me, ****, what's happenin'?

I got the Urkel goggles on

I'm big flexin' on my phone

Hold up, ****, watch your tone

What the fuck is you on?

Big Poom from the shoulder, big boom with some chrome

Dude thought he was in power, got removed from his throne

Bitch, I'm pressure on my end

I'm pressure on my end

I'm pressure on my end

I'm pressure on my end

Bitch, I'm pressure on my end

I'm pressure on my end

Bitch, I'm pressure on my end

I'm pressure on my end

I forgot what I was saying, retarded

When I walk in the room

You can't tell I'm ready to die, man

What's happening with you?

Rockin' a shirt with a collar, I got it, we up

I feel like you wasting my time, we up

Jump and your shit got a problem, what's up

You think I don't got it, I'm 'bout it, what's up?

You know how I'm rockin', you know I don't bluff

Walkin' you down, I stand in your guts

I do not care about bunny cut up

Meant to say public, it must be the crush

Anybody that knows me

If you've ever been around me or ever had

The opportunity to be blessed to be in my presence

I'm upright, independent and fearless at all times

I don't engage in no bullshit, I mean unless it's with my little team

You know, other than that you know

All relationships are circumstantial to me

I'm pressure

Jumpin' in the dashboard

I'm thuggin' I'm playing rover

I still was suffering internally, whenever you came over

You told me whatever decision I make

That we would remain close

But you kinda changed over

Just trying to remain sober

Kick dirt on my name, I maintained

Then I stayed focused

They get on Instagram and take shots at me

Thinkin' I ain't noticed

I got a thing on top of my neck, it got a brain on it

I got a thing inside my chest, it got some stains on it

I hit the shower, go work out and I don't think on it

You draw your sword, get met with force, you can bank on it

I'm uptown in a Porsche, got my name on it

On South Twelfth, but of course, got my name on it

On Carolina and on Alice, got my name on it

Go ask Lil' Derek, on St. Joseph, got my name on it

Pressure on my end

Now it's time to wild out

We don't do no drive by's

We spin through and we hop out

(Jump straight out and run them bitches)