Pressure

Lyrics

[Chorus ?] You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing You know the pressure always make good diamonds I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me Where was you when we was at the bottom? Who are you niggas? You don't know [?] Getting the money, avoiding the drama Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy Hit you with Tommy rounds They tryna lock me down But I got options now [?] like pasta now [?] money shit just like it's a sport Imma score like Curry and [?] She the one that a nigga ador Me a more, get put in Deore [Verse 1: Jay Critch] Have the speed when I hop in the Porshe, they know we started shit from the floor Got the key, now I'm opening doors Tryna be on the cover of Forbs Hot in the streets, you ain't jumped off the porch A nigga sweet, then he gotta get torched Money clean, I ain't taking no [?] [?] couldn't aford No TBT, blowing up like TNT This money stretch like limozeen Bitches tryna get in between But they won't get a fraction Diamonds spazzin, and they overreacting Had to put the hood right back on the map And go and get some money, keep this shit stackin Niggas fake, I don't believe all of they captions In the Wraighth, I'm getting higher than Nasa You ain't working, why the fuck is you asking? Ship them packs in, then we wait for the package [?] get it in fast Out on the block till the sun is up If that nigga playing around with the bag, I guess the boy must be dumb or something [Chorus ?] You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing You know the pressure always make good diamonds I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me Where was you when we was at the bottom? Who are you niggas? You don't know [?] Getting the money, avoiding the drama Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy Hit you with Tommy rounds They tryna lock me down But I got options now [?] like pasta now [?] money shit just like it's a sport Imma score like Curry and [?] She the one that a nigga ador Me a more, get put in Deore [Verse 2 ?] Got a big bag, but I want more With the Mozzerati [?] I pull up, push [?] the floor [?] open the door [?] [?] from a distance, [?] make sure that they're still alive I tell the teller to give me my dollars, [?] Got a big pile of the doegh And that shit came with a hose [?] with my bros I split it up with my bros Shots on the team like D. Rose [?] Niggas sick, they give me a cold I was stuck in the trap, and I wouldn't go back until all of these racks [?] Thy told me not to go back, but I went back to back time Niggas is [?], my pockets is fat [?] I'm in my lane like [?] You couldn't get on the roster The bills is tangled like pasta I don't [?] deposit Woke up [?] Woke up like I'm James Harden Talking money in the morning Making money while you yauning I don't trap with the bracelet on, [?] cases on him [Chorus ?] You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing You know the pressure always make good diamonds I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me Where was you when we was at the bottom? Who are you niggas? You don't know [?] Getting the money, avoiding the drama Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy Hit you with Tommy rounds They tryna lock me down But I got options now [?] like pasta now [?] money shit just like it's a sport Imma score like Curry and [?] She the one that a nigga ador Me a more, get put in Deore [Verse 3 ?] She wanna drip in Deore, let's run up and go buy out the store I hit from the back, she gon come back for more She know I'm that nigga [?] Coming from nothing, I just wanna ball Foot on they neck, other foot in the door [?] fuck up [?] Stuck on the block, I knew it was war It's a lotta hate when you coming from getting nothing to making money Maybe these niggas broke, so they throwing shade, so we take a [?] sunny These lil bitches they adore me, when I ain't have nothing, they ain't want me [?] is like 06, with the sidekick and rugby Those is Off White, bitch don't touch me And I heard they said I'm moving funny Having the same clothes for like three days, I was really rtrappin moving duzzins I was really trappin, nigga trust me [?] [?] she say she love me This the perfect time to get some money [Chorus ?] You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing You know the pressure always make good diamonds I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me Where was you when we was at the bottom? Who are you niggas? You don't know [?] Getting the money, avoiding the drama Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy Hit you with Tommy rounds They tryna lock me down But I got options now [?] like pasta now [?] money shit just like it's a sport Imma score like Curry and [?] She the one that a nigga ador Me a more, get put in Deore