Pounds Of Pressure (feat. BlickWaYs)

BlickWaYs or now ways in this bitch nigga (Gooo) You know what the f*ck goin' on with us nigga (Bitch-ass, nigga) We been that, been on top, bitch-ass nigga's (Goo! Turn me up Trad) And you talking all dat crazy, ain't gon' stand on that And you talking all dat crazy, ain't gon' stand on that (Dddrrr, lets go) And you talking all dat crazy, ain't gon' stand on that (Bitch-ass nigga, dddrrr) We stand aynthing, in the way, we gon' break it down We spinnin' blocks after blocks, with them choppa rounds (Let's Go!) We ain't gon' testfiy for that jury, we ain't gon' make a sound (Squa) If you want some, boss come get it 'Cause we smoking pounds (Aye) Runnin' 'round with these bands, when they come round (Let's go, let's go) And these diamonds on my neck Make these bitches drown (Dddrrr, Aye) Word around the town, I be smaking clowns (Let's go, let's go) We gon' order to get'cha split up, now you fucking down And we ten up, and we spin up, and we walk'em down (Let's go, let's go) There ain't no begging a "No Please!" There ain't no talking now, I got that Manny on my wrist, now they watching now "Aye, what's the time on my watch? I just know the clocking sound!" We ending up shooting at his feet, now he dance like Charlie Brown I got that blood on my money, but to the money I'm a hound Stack my money up, to the sky, like a fucking mountain Keep my city straight, I'm a eagle, you a fucking fountain I'm a gorilla in the jungle, but in the streets I'm money routing Every dollar I got to get it, bitch, I'm never fucking pouting In the SRT, push a little bit, it get to growling Caught'em out of bounds, get to sparking, now he get to fowling You acting dumb, you cating stupid nigga, look how you be sounding Got these vizzles on my neck, nigga, f*ck nigga's be drowing 'Lil Yoshi 'bout to hit this shit, he keep it a whole thousand (Dddrrr, Gooo! ha ha, bitch) Computer murderer, I see yo ass, on the laptop (What) Umbrella with a gun, die in the raindrops Gotham City I'm a villain like Cobblepot, Julio Foolio I'll 'List my Dead Opps' (Uh-huh, F*ck it) I'm a Bone-Thug, (Mo' Murda) let'em 'Body Rott' Got a two Glock Shakur (Grah, Grah), make'em 'Die Slow' It's (Bang! Bang!) Big Sosa let it G.L.O With a choppa NLE, a choppa NLE (Click-Clack) Got a Shotta Flow, I'm a YB, with a .38 let it blow, Quiet like Von But "AH-HA" Durko, (Boah) ah-ha Durko (Boah) Pop a Teddy Perkins, don't like Perkio's, C.T.B on the gang I'll spray four mine, M-Town we live a Soulja Life Let out a Soulja Cry, Commander and Chief (Click-Clack), of the Southside (Boah) We don't f*ck with other sides, if you on our side, will you ride or die (Haha, Gooo)