4TH QTR PRESSURE **BONUS** (feat. Xertified)

Yeah, this is that fourth quarter pressure I feel like the star quarterback on the team Right now Boutta go far, yeah, smokin I got joints, I ain't got no gars I got a Honda, I don't got the hottest car I been whippin' this bih around, slidin' Finna skirt off the damn road Smokin' gas, you niggas on that Angel dust Got your bitch on my bed, nigga you know She tryna f*ck Everywhere I go, I got the forty on me That why I keep it tucked A hundred thou, ain't no change for us She can't ride in the Range with us Got them thangs for the gang to bust Got the game, keep the play with us Seen some thangs, so they can't be us On my mind, shit strenuous Yeah, I got enemies, they envy us Keep it a hundred, nigga, never break the code Free that nigga, Jo, nigga, locked down up the road This shit goin' round, nigga, like a rodeo Niggas actin' like hoes, how the f*ck you sell your soul Yeah, I'm smooth with it, girl, that's that Florida-flow Xertified with this shit, got your bitch off the liq Sippin' wok, she sippin tris, nigga, no I ain't I like my Hundos crisp, yeah, she wanna drink, girl, I'll just give you a sip Yeah, I'm a pimp, I might give her a crack if she give me some that lip I might need a cane, cause I walk with a limp Feds got behind me, nigga, almost crash the whip Nigga, pull up to the party, know I got the rack in here I'ma raise it up, yeah, I gotta rack it here I can take you to the top if you wanna see a glimpse Girl, she got a point, I can see it with them nips Yeah, you better serve me good if you wanna fuckin' tip