Pressure

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, I used to live on [?] Friends aren't really friends, even fam, I be cautious Pussy niggas shut up when I'm talkin' Bout my southwest killa bitch [?] Texas, Austin I can't stand your fucking baby momma, she be stalkin' Throw her to my mans, he Randy Moss (catch up) Look, bitch I don't usually do this often I gotta get this money, when I wake up bitch get off me I just want the check When she lookin' good, I gotta crack I got that fucking Draco on my back Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you motherfucking bastard You dusty lil' nigga, motherfucking rascal I can count up ten, collect ten without a hassle You and your man both saw ten then arresstle I'm the motherfucking king, got a fucking castle All these bad hoes I just pull 'em like a raffle I just stuffed 50 in the bottom of my mattress These niggas faker than these freak hoes lashes Luggies[?] like my fashion I don't even drive 'em tired of crashing But I'm thinking 'bout a coupe or Aston You get it gone fast, I get it gone faster Nigga want problems, I'ma give 'em what he ask for She can never have more I don't even know the bitch Niggas get dealt with playing with my poker chips I don't play no snitching games nigga, play with your hoes Three in the morning, who that knocking at the door? It's Aunty [?] I know it, fall all off, I'm never goin' She kill in my clip, on my hip Earl Boykins [Chorus] You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater Wanted me to fuck with you, but nigga you a faker [Verse 2] On probation, dropped me, but I still smoke You been rapping all your life but you still broke I see the light, is it the ice? You know the price If the price is right, then I'm flying out tonight I heard them niggas talking down on me, but it's nothing Fuck the car keys, gotta push the button mo'fucker Bling, blaow, blurry I be shining man, .45 on me I don't play no games Whip candy paint, wanna chew dat bitch Trap boy getting head from the jeweler bitch I'm too legit, I don't lie for shit Black mask, black hoodie, pussies hollerin' Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, I'm sorry I get so much cake it's my party And I'm who that bad thing that is Arby's [?] 44 Boys, better yet the army I need new patients, I got 'scripts waiting Fucking white hoes cause they ain't fucking datin' racists And I ain't got no patience, nah I don't like waiting I went to court, bonded out, I don't write statements I want my money real long Got a lil' cookie left nigga, but the pills gone Hustler of the year, the dopeman cometh 44 Boys, run punk motherfucker You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater