PRESSURE Lyrics

Aye

Ok, ok

Aye, aye

Uh uh uh

Ok like yeah, ok like huh

Scholarship

Ok, ok like

Ok like where's my lighter Ima flick it night is going light it up

Pressure in my pocket what we smoking? It's that indica

You not really bout it

Stop that talking we can scrap it up

Your shorty says she love me wanna fuck me yeah I might just fuck

Yo clique bunch of broke boys

We stay hustling we get paper bruh

Riding in the bimmers check the fitment

Yeah them wheels are tucked

Boy don't get it twisted

If you threat me we got heaters pumped

If you want to risk it come and see us

We can test your luck

I'll be out here waiting chillin sippin out my double cup

Shout out to my kinfos money hungry yeah let's get it bruh

Bitches want the money fuck the feelings

No more trust in love

Broken heart cold hearted where it started only want the fuck

If you shootin yin and yang best believe we shootin back

I got nothing to lose slowly dying truth is that's a fact

Gotta keep on grinding for my baby

I'm gon chase the bag

I can't trust nobody I'm a coyote ima kill these rats

Aye

Kill these rats

Hmm kill these rats

Ok like, ok like

Ok like, where's my lighter Ima flick it night is going light it up

Pressure in my pocket what we smoking? It's that indica

You not really bout it

Stop that talking we can scrap it up

Your shorty says she love me wanna fuck me yeah I might just fuck

Bitch I woke up tired of living

I got murder on my mind

Got the semi automatics Choppa Draco's and the nines

Left right gothic shortys baddie bitches on both sides

And you know we keep the pressure when I see you is on sight

Bitch I woke up, Pour up, Pull up Fear no death ready to die

I be seeing what they saying but I'm up I don't reply

I remember you was talking how my music was gon die

But it's funny pussy nigga check the stats you ain't in line

Bitch I'm coming come up I'm a stunna my niggas some slimes

Ima run up on em, with my gun up

Take yo bitch she mine

You don't want no drama with my Choppa see you is on sight

Posted for that action catch you lacking death is timed

Ok like, where's my lighter Ima flick it night is going light it up

Pressure in my pocket what we smoking? It's that indica

You not really bout it

Stop that talking we can scrap it up

Your shorty says she love me wanna fuck me yeah I might just fuck

Might just fuck, might just fuck

Yeah

Lil $cholarship

Ok like, ok like

Ok like, where's my lighter Ima flick it night is going light it up

Pressure in my pocket what we smoking? It's that indica

You not really bout it

Stop that talking we can scrap it up

Your shorty says she love me wanna fuck me yeah I might just fuck

Where's my lighter Ima flick it night is going light it up

Pressure in my pocket what we smoking? It's that indica

You not really bout it

Stop that talking we can scrap it up

Your shorty says she love me..