Pressure (feat. Nh Sav)

Now it's deeper than rap I just be talking my shit cause these niggas don't know all the facts Yea I'm posted wit macc Up in the cut wit a toolie my hittas don't know how to act Shawty come to the bacc Roll up my blunt while I'm pouring lean in my cup That's that splaaa Focused on raccs I gotta get to a bag I gotta go cash me a checc Niggas say that outside But I can not see em I'm feeling like Stevie wonder All that talking you doing them bullets hot right Watch him drop like I'm playing dice Why playin like you did not jacc the gang Said you gonna come shoot me you ain't do a thang All my niggas they rolling controlling I fucced on ya bitch And she always gone jacc the gang It got you tight I can see all on your face right Try to play me like I am some goofy ain't no reason to cap If you know I'm gone do it he say he a shooter but he act like he cupid Fucc all that bullshit Got a heater that ready to lay you down Got my hoodie up like I'm a boogie now All these groupies they bumping my music now This clip it hold 16 Have you dancing like a shiggy Hope you ready to die Knuckle up I'm really Ebk Dont you sleep unless you wanna meet the grave I be trapping bitch you my slave I don't care for nobody this money gone treat me great Demon with me That be my loco he carry them gloccs like they macs and semis You better toughen up Yea these bitchs they just for the streets you cant love on none Karma real So stop all the cap there ain't no reason to lie if you in the field I'm just tryna kill Got no love for nobody So Im just gone keep it real I be yelling out ebk If you fucc with the opps then you know we dropping rakes Yea you fucc on my bitch and you won the race You have her ion got time for 2nd place I just be lurking Wanna put all my oops in a bag Imma hurt them Slide on ya blocc wit a drum and a laser Fuccing her throat her brain so amazing All of my friends yea they dead Lil uzi Keep the V on my bacc I feel Gucci See I be tripping I know that I'm toxic Off the pills I be bopping Niggas stay plottin I know they watching I just stay cool no reason to flex Why? Cause his brothers gone hit him up Put some bread on his head they gone clean him up All that flexing you doing you think you tough Give a fucc what you claim imma hit em up Like slide Come on my blocc hope you ready to die I ain't with the politician Get him lined by the bitch he really feeling Smoking dead bodies idc how you feeling Know my name put it work because that's how I'm living like So I'm bacc in New York these niggas they know That I'm crazy they plot on my every move I can't trust I stay wit my glocc imma fess him up just cause he think I'm food I be having these thoughts just kill everybody who did me wrong So imma just picc and choose When they start acting and fucc wit the opps When they come around imma just blast at you like Bitch Pressureeeee Im in my bandemic Don't got no time for no linking Cuz I gotta go get it These niggas dead switching That shit not authentic Like Spin around Thats on the set nigga ima lay em down Like fucc you talking extended the clip I'm taking off ligaments by the pound These niggas be pressed Cuz I'm in my bag and my foot on they necc Likeeee His bitch love set She eating the naybors and making a mess Like damn Why you hating on me instead of hating the game like. These niggas is lame Woccy niggas they don't put in no pain Lil treesh bitch such you up for a stain Cuz she do what i say so I tell her to line you up Gllt bow Then you catching halo Nigga you better lay low Take off his face they calling it case closed Know the vibes You know you aint with it don't come aside