PRESSURE Lyrics

No I can't fold under pressure My young nigga rollin' in the back we smokin on pressure

Tell the fuck nigga go get back tell the boy push up

They know when kiiloh walk back in the trap

That boy finna cook up

They treating kiiloh like God in this bitch

I tell them just look up

I sip on syrup just cuz of my wrist

It came with some boogers

Sippin' on purp sippin' on tris

And you know I got two cups

Twin put in work not with the stick

He whippin' up sugar

Whippin' that white

Been in that paint like I'm Dwight Geeking up I see the light

You know I been on that perc I put that perc right in my sprite

Cadillac truck I just swerve I'm on the curb I'm on the side

Pain in my body I hurt I need a hearse I'm bout to die

I'm in a plane I'm in the sky I ain't no saint I ain't gon' lie

Twin in that field puttin' in pain Mask on like Bane he bout to slide

How do you feel? Look at my chain look at my gang look at my ride

Look at my bitch look at my fye look at my wrist look at how I slide

Look at my eye nigga get cut up like pieces of pie

You don't wanna run up got too many guys

Old nigga done up got cut like some fries

Don't know about them bodies that do not exist

In front of twelve I don't say shit

What's that smell? Smell like shit It's that kale in that zip

It's your mans and that it's your mans and that spliff

In that Benz and that in that Benz and that six

I start trends in that I start trends in this bitch

Smoke your friends and that smoke your friends and I sip

No I can't fold under pressure My young nigga rollin' in the back we smokin on pressure

Tell the fuck nigga go get back tell the boy push up

They know when kiiloh walk back in the trap

That boy finna cook up

They treating kiiloh like God in this bitch

I tell them just look up

I sip on syrup just cuz of my wrist

It came with some boogers

Sippin' on purp sippin' on tris

And you know I got two cups

Twin put in work not with the stick

He whippin' up sugar