PRESSURE Lyrics

Okayyyyy 4bandz shit

When i step into the function keep my hoodie on

Masked up paranoid, ay bro what he on

I keep my blicky by my side always tote a nine

Fuck 12, sorry officer i can't abide

Putting pressure on they necks so I know they mad

Wanna see me down bad cos I'm getting cash

You would never catch me slipping always keep it stashed

Took my losses, learned my lessons then I transitioned

Look momma, diamonds hitting, fully paid admission

Fast break, Timo Cruz hit the game winner

Lord forgive me, yea I know that I'm a big sinner

Implemented what I learned like I'm coach carter

Five grams in my wood, bitch I do it harder

All my bitches yea they 10's, but only five starters

Got the wocka in my cup, but it's not wocka flocka

Penetration to the clit I'm her real father

Got her screaming for the dick, blew back out with the tip

Now she thinking she the shit

I'm flamed up with a stick

On 4bandz we gettin' rich uh lil thooter

Roll that pack, we smoking loud

This that shh pack

We won't talk about it

Slime just caught a body

Mix the lean with molly

Spin the block with the big body

8 shots inside the cut shotty

Thugs on go, you don't want to try me

We on a glo-up, we bout to blow up

Pouring 4's inside my lean I'm bout to throw up

Throw my 4's & then I leave, association different

Me and you we not the same, it's just the same interest

Play with me you finna pay me with some high interest

These people ignorant, mixed with alliterate

Before you step up to the don you should consider it

Doing a buck plus forty I'm switching lanes

Gotta big .45 i do not play

Please don't get me twitching, don't wanna spray

Before i blow shit up like it's Ukraine

Grrrrr