Pressure ft. Thr333 Lyrics

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

We make a hurricane, they be feeling the breeze and I be supplying the weather

I be fly as a feather

Take eight designers and then I combine them together

Tray eight or higher my weapon

Just with my eye I can measure a pie on that dresser

My nigga steady supplying that pressure

He thinkin' he fly but I'm fresher

I ride through Dubai in a Tesla

I be in China with Heather

I be in London with London

I keep them bad bitches comin'

Even my fabric is done so immaculate, touch it

My closet cost half of your budget

That's keep it three up my collar

These niggas way too particular

I hold the purple perpendicular

If she slurpin' put the dick in her

Soul food just to thicken her

She ride the dick she vehicular

Minus the Addi I'm really up

She Trinidadian and she fucked

These niggas mid like a coffee cup

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

My peers never pressure me

I'm in her box right now with no penalty

So off the charts that when I make a hit

Even richter scales couldn't measure me

Been through the hell, but he kept me from harm

Callin' me chico, I'm bringin' them bars, never alarmed

Always on guard when under the pressure, the best I perform

I'm ill with the hooks, Jason reborn

I beat til the morn, I'm a child of the corn

Goin' in raw, lyrical porn

The shit that I'm on, I get and I'm gone

I'm runnin' up laps without passing' batons

L in the v in my Louis Vuitton's

Yes, I'm a don, blowing on strong

Fucking her right, but I'm feelin' so wrong

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage

Niggas applying the pressure

I keep the fire on dresser for leverage