Pressure Bust Pipes

Lyrics

[Intro] (EVRGRN with the heat, yeah) [Chorus: Jackboy] Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted Try to run your routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice 'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out here focused Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting New extendo in this bitch, need a reason to load it All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live In the booth all day, that shit help mе see mil's [Verse 1: Fredo Bang] I took a chance and rolled the dicе (Rolled the dice) All these rap niggas act so weird I got bodies in that field, ain't tattle-taled She hit my line and I might slide (I might slide) Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the deal (Bitch) Now I got her in my bed witnessing my skills, uh, uh Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos (Legos) I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh (I don't play, though) Stuck between the streets and this rap shit Like two slices of bread, I'm the mayo Know I'm smiling but I don't play though (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Jackboy with Fredo Bang] Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted Try to run your routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice 'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out here focused Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting New extendo in this bitch, need a reason to load it All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live In the booth all day, that shit help me see mil's [Verse 2: Jackboy] All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the 'jects I been up grinding with no sleep, feel like I don't even got time to rest I been struggling all my life, I done finally got me a check Young rich nigga, I could flood my necklace with baguettes Fifteen hunnid on my kicks, that's how you 'posed to step And none of you niggas ain't seeing me, bitch, I got the belt Like John Cena, but I ain't doing no fighting, this a gun inside my Bimmer Nigga run up on me crazy, I'ma leave ya' NFL, I'm in that field, I catch you slipping, I'm let go You niggas ain't got no bread, y'all need to catch up, no tomato And that chopper rip your ass apart, suggest you stay out my way though 'Cause all a nigga know is bang, would've thought my first name Fredo [Chorus: Jackboy with Fredo Bang] Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted Try to run your routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice 'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out here focused Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting New extendo in this bitch, need to reason to load it All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live In the booth all day, that shit help me see mil's