Pressure Lyrics

(Lani Worrld, yeah, cartier)

(It looks like you lost another one)

Shit up on these niggas like I'm dumb rich

Want smoke? We gon' blow like a trumpet

Run it up, we gon' rock until the sunset

Different in they eyes, so I ain't the one to fuck with

Go stupid on these dumb niggas

Got no bands, you's a fuck nigga

I'm pressure, we pressure

I'm pressure, we pressure

Got a bank roll on my dresser

Playin' no games, yeah, I'm next up

See 'em doubtin', yeah, I'm fed up

Yeah, these niggas, I step on

Dog shit, but these niggas what I'm shitting on

Young Lani, Mr. Never Cap with a fitted on

Zoom down the road, put whip up in sports mode

Scoop your shorty up, better never leave your bitch alone

Don't need a bitch, I need three loyal thotties

Quick trip, I'ma fuck her in my Crocie's

I been really out my mind, I been really out my body

You are not me, can't nobody stop me

Knock these hoes out, call me Ronda Rousey

Not your average Joe, bitch, give me sloppy

Make a hit song even when it's choppy

Knock down her doors like a nigga know karate

Lit up on my own, not sorry

Crank it up a notch, I party

Me and gang in the scene, we gnarly

That's a rap fact, ain't no rap cap

Hop on any wave with no wave cap

Ain't no rap cap, that's a rap fact

Tell my brodie and them got to relax

But he ready, he gon' blast gats

Take a L, nigga, now let's face facts

You ain't gotta leave your bitch, I'ma give her back

I'm a rack runner, she a track runner

You a hoe runner, y'all the perfect match

It's a test y'all would never pass

Can't be phony, all that fake shit would never last

All that trauma, had to leave that shit in the past

Got this guap, I'ma leave the shit in the stash

Glock nine make a nigga have a seizure

Make a dude forget what he say like amnesia

Came in 2023 hot and ready, Little Caesars

Lani Worrld, nigga, how you doing? Nice to meet ya

Shit up on these niggas like I'm dumb rich

Want smoke? We gon' blow like a trumpet

Run it up, we gon' rock until the sunset

Different in they eyes, so I ain't the one to fuck with

Go stupid on these dumb niggas

Got no bands, you's a fuck nigga

I'm pressure, we pressure

I'm pressure, we pressure

Got a bank roll on my dresser

Playin' no games, yeah, I'm next up

See 'em doubtin', yeah, I'm fed up

Yeah, these niggas, I step on

I step on

Yeah, these niggas, I step on

Yeah, these niggas, I step on

Yeah, I step on