She Pressure Lyrics

You know it's heavy action here Red seats match your hair

Left like 30 racks in there, that's just so I can come back in there

Act like I forgot about it, knowing that I need it, yeah

I'ma leave it there, bitch, you just bet not have no niggas there

Niggas say I'm silver spoon, bitch, I ain't had no silverware

Porsche a call her, Panamera, sauce it up, marinara

Fronted him a pack, that boy pay me back in Neveruary,

That was December, I just hit his bitch in January

She pressure, she pressure, she pressure, she pressure, she pressure

That shit impressive, if you throw it back

You know I'ma catch it if I got it on me

It's for blowing, bitch, don't miss your blessing

I'm in Toronto, in the Canada goose

Wok in Canada dry, here go a thousand, wipe your eyes

Since Marlo died, I cannot cry, shit, you lucky it's you and I

Cause you know my motto, me and mine, all these niggas in this car

They know the motto, shoot or die, shoot or die, shoot or die

Yeah, I got them bows, bitch, and this shit ain't come with a suit and tie

You know that shit, my pet peeve, don't fuck on broke or goofy guys

You know I'm super jazzy, that's the lil' shit that I scrutinize.

Why you come like that,

When I fuck from the back, why you run like that

What's one round, you gotta run that back

Bitch, you know it's no fun in that

What's fun to me, I like Counting racks

Talkin' jazzy while I'm shootin' some craps

When I'm hittin' licks, I'm like Supreme Mask

Check the score, I'm in a mean bag

Hate shoppin' with Selena

This bitch wanna know where Celine at

Both of us got weed habits

L.A. lookin' at the weed map

I taste pineapples when I eat that

I'm all the way and I mean that

Hittin' on the floor, I'ma need that

I gave da lil' bitch, two Gs of that

She pressure, she pressure, she pressure

She pressure, she pressure, she pressure

Shit impressive, if you throw it back

You know I'ma catch it if I got it on me

It's for blowin', bitch, don't miss your blessing

I'm in Toronto, in the Canada goose

Wok in Canada dry, here go a thousand, wipe your ass

Since Marlo died, I cannot cry

Shit, you lucky it's you and I cuz

You know my motto, me and mine

All these niggas in this car

They know the motto, shoot or die

Shoot or die