IBP (I Bring Pressure) Lyrics

Dreezy bitch yeah

Uh

You thought I was boutta sing on this shit?

Nah bro, we going hard on this bih (Yeah yeah)

Fuck you mean?

I bring pressure

I put the heat on every session

I put the Off-White on with a demon ring

I see thru your spirit

I put a G lock round my waist in the stu

If a fuck nigga wanna play

I make a bad bitch sing my song in the club

She fuck with my music strictly

Bad bitch fuck with my music on gang

I make em turn up in the city

I make em dance and rap to the song like

These niggas ain't ever seen nothing lyrical

I make em shoot three pointers

Use it in edits, sport niggas know my song

I make em shoot three pointers, not on the court

Watch them boys touch down

Once them boys touch down on your block

Them switches on Glock go fa-fa-fa (fa-fa-fa-fa-fa)

We don't do no talk on the net

We swinging our poles don't run our mouth (spin that block, swing it)

Ask my dawg I never switched once

I kept it solid that's my style

When I hop on the back of the wheel

I'm speeding, swerving that fast car (rah-rah-rah)

I couldn't change, whatever the money they paid

I won't backdoor my homie

Niggas be changed and niggas be hoes

Dawg, I can't even lie shit phony

Damn near just killed off lil homie

Tried to backdoor he wasn't going

Caught him lacking the next day (rah)

Popped him, dropped him, left him leaking

Gahdamn