NO_PRESSURE_FREESTYLE ft. Chivok Lyrics

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping

I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin'

I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment

You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen

Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face

I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case

I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race

We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank

Sorry baby I been humble too long, imma let my ego grow as big as it gets

If I give you my loyalty, you still in debt

Play with my heart imma make you regret

Imma keep booming and you gon regress

They gon see me shining with my baguettes

Fuck off the henny we don't need no rest

They cannot know my next move let me guess

Feel a King in this bitch, and you niggas is rooks

This a game we call chess, woah woah

Keep em' check, woah woah

You know the rest, woah woah

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping

I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin'

I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment

You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen

Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face

I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case

I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race

We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank

Wrist on milly I be rocking off dis faygo

White hoes, how they all gon know my name tho

Bankroll, always looking at the bankroll

Pocket watching ain't gon get you to the safe hoe

Y'all stay safe tho slide on her like bang bros

And If he got another problem we could bang bro

I stay cooking up this beef, you looking lame bro

Ya thotty slupring up this skeet but that's ya main hoe

I'm Milly rocking Milly rocking Milly rocking ayo

I'll catch that body once my Brodie sends the drop I'm AO

Forget about it imma pop one know that I can't say no

I'm too high to deal with drama matics aimed at ya throat

Coast to coast we sipping, dreaming, Florida living

Get the neck fuck out ya feelings

She's a trick, disappear magicians

I'm the shit don't needa listen, all the ice on me don't glisten

Put that ice all in this liquid Sierra Mist mix in my system yeah

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping

I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin'

I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment

You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen

Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face

I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case

I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race

We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank