Pressure

Lyrics

[Intro] (David Wesson) Huh We ain't doin' no more hooks, man, that shit over with Let's get it [Verse] Pressure could bust pipes, pressure could make a dime And pressure could make a nigga rat you thinkin' he was solid Pressure make a nigga tell on his own mama Brand new Presi, got me feelin' like Obama I ain't never folded, I put that on my mama I done been through hell and back, I'm still smilin' Niggas hate to see it, they hate but I give 'em every reason Tell them pussy niggas take it up with Jesus 'cause we still eatin' Two thousand on my sneakers, the bottom bleedin' Sent a picture of my dick and it got her cheesin' All my niggas is wolves, I gotta feed 'em Nigga just be talkin' good, I don't believe him Devil stay workin', nigga, God is the greatest I'm up early on my grind, that's why I stay in the latest Went from ramen noodles every night to steak and potatoes Niggas hangin' 'round us still sauce so take all the flavor Got the game in a headlock When it's beef, nigga, ain't no runnin' from that red dot Boy, don't get your head popped They don't want me livin', rather see me in a cell block Got these niggas havin' heart attacks like they Red Fox Diamonds on my neck from takin' federal chances Five thousand worth of singles, got 'em just for the dancers Real street niggas hard to adjust to the camera All I'm tryna do is pull up in a Jax and a Phantom Four zips in the Sprite, pour the rest in the Fanta Took trips overnight to blow them checks in Atlanta 456, nigga, drop a bet it's a gamble Put a finger on me, bitch, I make you out a example Thousand pills in the hiding spot Got on all Gucci, I'm the mascot Nigga, I started off with damn rocks Hustled on the block, so niggas couldn't survive Not when I cop from the plug, he throw what I buy Got shot a couple times, they was hopin' I'll die Popped up buyin' Rollies out the store with my guys In the hospital prayin' on my hands on my knees Came back takin' pictures with a hand full of cheese Hard to stop a nigga who gon' win regardless Eatin' like I got my own garden, boy, is you retarded? The prosecutor cried when the jury read the charges Drippin' on these bitches 'til they put me in a coffin We ain't really doin' too much talkin', we 'bout action Neighbors keep on complainin' it's too much traffic Do this shit for my son, it ain't 'bout braggin' Broke niggas mad at the world 'cause they not stackin' I'm a hustler, nigga, rap my side job These niggas like they Rollies,nig they tickin' time bomb They gon' self-destruct while I'm chillin' fresh as fuck Tryna mess with us, nigga, get your weapons up Mustard ass niggas gotta do some catchin' up Stack the re-up money while I fuck the extras up On these niggas' neck, ain't no way I'm lettin' up Fuckin' on your bitch, [?] said she finna cum, nigga Lose your love over this shit, don't be dumb, nigga All we talk is money, better go and get you some, nigga I got some grown man money for you young niggas I ain't even goin' hard, I'm just havin' fun, nigga [Outro] Ayy, huh, ayy, man, that's- Man, I ain't- Man, fuck these niggas, man Tuh Let the beat ride out, Dave Know how we carryin' it, nigga We ain't doin' no more hooks, pussy