Pressure, Pt. 2 ft. WLTHY Lyrics

Chilling in this bitch, trying to find the opps

Two sticks with a pole turn his fro to locs

Riding in a skat with big bs and a watch

Seen his ass lurking so we made him spin the drop

Yea we caught em on that block

Skid up in some haz mask hunting opps

Sister want to fuck so you know we got that drop

Turn his ass to danny he a phantom ghosting opps

T why you lying we ain't got no opps these niggas be some fans

Big drac scrapping niggas why you think we shooting hands

Couldn't get a hold of bro so we finna get his mans

Thinking wit his dick we caught that nigga lacking with no pants

Gave bro the head nod now he don't exist

Whole lot of opps in this wood bro I'm finna meet with them

Head in that bible cause he know i always sin

You clocking shifts everyday I'm chasing pape getting rich

With my nigga wealthy you know we sticked up

Know it's in his name got pape coming in a bunch

Thinking that he hard four leaf clover test yo luck

Never been too stingy fast break throw it up

Bitch we balling like the bucks

I can see the hoe in niggas through these clear ass buffs

He a real bitch them fake ass bodies get you touched

Money counter keep on jamming use that pape for lunch

Trx got a punch

We downtown in the city with switches in the trunk

Dogie feigning tryna mix the wock with the punch

Feins knocking at the door like it's the walking dead

Getting money shit kinda easy working nine to bed

308s got these niggas running like Smokey and Craig

Got to stop dropping all these niggas all I see is red