Under Pressure Lyrics

Tryna buy a vet and my money got you pissed off

I was tryna flex theres a tan on my wrist now

And I'll do it no assist aye

Married to the money i could never really love a bitch

And my ambition got you stressed out

I just want some denim with my pockets getting strectched out

Thunder storm when we air it out

I know that she loves me by the way she puts me in her mouth

And im malcom with the X ammount

Ride around town with the shooters cause they always down

Seven Point Five in the wood they just cant relate

If we masked up ooo yeah we Bouta LAY THE PAINT brrrp

Prolly struggle every day,

Always got pain in my mind so im sippin mud

Put like two 8ths in the back i aint backin up

Pussy want smoke ima put him in a muscle blunt

I don't get these bitches ima really let em run wild

Waiting to tio be happy and god damn that shit could take a while

Far walk to freedom and my parents really made it farther

Up in Atwat, Look it now im working harder

I'm a hustel junkie, Told you its my time now

I ain't got the patience if they want it they could find out BITCH

Still at my house

Pussy think he bright ima leave him wit the lights out huh?

Like a parked car

I been chasing thots with the henny like im Karl Marx

Shawty on the side bouta paint her like a work of art

Lungs dont even work and im riding out without a heart Damn

Call me decepticon

Yeah I hate the mall but im back for an expensive cop

I can't get away with all these feelings, So just get me gone

If I'm under pressure then you're never gonna see me fold

Always gone be chilling with my homies and a bag of blow

Maison margiela steppin Ion care about a flow

I'm too in my bag told that lil bitch she gotta goo

Ugh, Murdered every mother fucking beat that i been on

Seventy five hours I ain't slept i need a bigger downer

I'm Off that white powder

Confident while talking cause I'm ballimg call me dwight howard, Bitch

He confident while talkin through the net he a shit talker

He think he a shooter nine to five he up at McDonalds

I been on the road needing more I need them quick dollars, Bitch

Bottles got me spinning and this Daimond set is Not armor

Damaging these bitches with no hands and they love bondage

I don't think I promised anythinng so why you still callin ? HOE

I'm just picking up the pace

Keep a poker face while I know the worst among us

With an opp in my wrap

And a couple grams of purple

If you ain't bout a bag I Can't have you in my circle BITCH

This Concludes THE UNDER PRESSURE PROGRAM