PRESSURE FREE

Aye I'm steady puttin' pressure on their neck In your head like I pay the rent Yeah yeah I'm fuckin' on her like we on a set Ate her out never called her back Yeah yeah What you see gon' be what you get Ah Solid never putting on a act Ah Call it what you want I call it rare You show the love then I'ma show it back Yeah yeah I answer on the phone for the sack Too much goin' on just to tell me hey Hang up on your ass The profit never comes with you in bed Players gotta get the jersey wet Big facts The circle so tight no recruiting (uh) Never make ties with a goofy (uh) You can count me out not a biggie But the boy is bad like my name is Diddy Yeah yeah Uh, cold world need a cigarette Stay 100 I'ma owe you that I call the bluff you niggas with the cap No middleman I speak with the connect Woah woah woah How you getting tipsy in a Prada store Woah woah woah woah Said she spent a bad on some shoes and clothes Yeah, if you got that shit then put it on No remorse who you steppin' on Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) His shawty got stolen by a scammer Now we got a threat with a hammer Oh shit Money, machine, music to my ear Hunnid, fifties, flip it to the third I stay lurkin' for a bag alert Duffels, whatever, say what you prefer Woah, woah, woah I stay jiggy with the flow nigga Woah, woah, woah woah The hate big but the bag bigger Shit, straight up like that, man I could go all day, all year You know what I mean It's Gency Lynch, baby Aye, let's get it