Pressure

Yeah got these bitches trigger, see me up yeah they bitter Yeah am pressure, anything you do I do it better F*ck these niggas, I can't trust a soul I'm getting colder I got them by the throat you know I'll leave them 10 ft under They lurking on my page I swear my opps got a crush I catch them in person you know that shit gunna give a rush They love to chit chat, yeah you know its gunna make them blush These bitches don't want smoke they outta breathe they can't keep up I'm on the hunt for these bitches I'm finna take what mine You know this shit is in design go and get in line No time for double stunting, bum is running outta time I got these bitches salty someone pass the damn lime I'm stepping on they throat, promise you they don't want smoke I got them praying to the gods, someone go call the pope I do the most that's why I got them taking all the notes Yeah they addicted yeah they asking for another dose Yeah they ain't got shit on me Watch the closest one really go and try shit on me Got this shit on lock, bitch you know I can't be stopped Yeah chasing bags you know that is what I am about bitch