No Pressure

Lyrics

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel] Brr, ayy, ayy I tell 'em "Fuck", ayy (It's never, no) It's never (It's never, no), it's never no pressure [Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel] It's never no way, it's never no pressure (It's never no pressure) You know how we—, look, start off the Tesla (Bah) Niggas don't play with my team, they know better (Baow, baow, baow) She tell me to come and fuck her off this [?] cold weather I tell her to put that shit together (Come herе, huh?) Valentino for the sweatеr (Oh) Met the bitch at Coachella, she was fucked up, 'til a nigga met her 2014, I was in the trenches with my feelings, steppin' in my Margiela's (Oh) Makin' all the opps jealous, fuck they gon' tell us when we all rebellious? My top shooter paid off, brand new Wraith, skate off I hit the gas and take off, I heard that boy was broke, I laid off We hit your block with a Glock, took his face off Shootin' like Kyrie, and this is the play-off's If he ain't on timin', then he better stay off 'Cause all that timin', nigga, we stay on We take no days off [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel] Huh, yeah (Huh, yeah), and we ain't comin' to lose (Nah) Huh (Yeah), catch a case (Yeah), and I go to court in a suit (Baow) Huh, said he ain't gon'— (What?), that's just accordin' to you (Baow) My son six months, look (Baow), already told him to shoot (Baow) I pull up on him at GT's (Skrrt), nigga, I'm in a bully, we three deep Nigga, she'll be lost if she leave me (Nah), nigga, she keep on sayin' she need me (Yeah) Nigga, what you expected? (What you expected?) Huh, yeah, what you expected? (What you expected?) Huh, she get me horny, I'm catchin' erections Spillin' her heart and she tellin' confessions I need two bitches to have sex with I gotta move different with a weapon She on my body, just give me a second And I gotta stay on top of my investments Ah (Woo), yeah (Yeah), I gotta stay on top of my investments Huh, yeah (Huh?), I gotta stay on top of my investments [Verse 3: Rah Swish & Rowdy Rebel] Uh, look how the stepper step out, too deep with a TEC out I heard the opps on somethin', be cautious, nigga we'll see on the lead out Tell my shooter "Don't [?] out the car", tell that nigga to get out I'm in the car with two chops, I'ma stick the one with the one in the head out (Grr, baow) Nine shots, let me pop shit (Pop shit) How you a eater, ain't drop shit? (You ain't dropped shit) If I'm in the middle, this .40 gon' clam out the crowd Like I'm startin' a moshpit (Baow) I got a thing for the bitches that fuck with the opps So they callin' me toxic (Treesha) Keep a knocker when I'm shoppin' Booted, like PJ took on the Rockets (Uh) Casamigos sippin', give me the hiccups (Hiccups) We hit that boy, he ain't get up (Brr, brr) My lil' brodie caught a body, if they give him bail Then we puttin' a crib up (Haha) Pull up a four-horse to the telly, I'm in the four-door, me and Fetty I'm makin' one call when I'm ready, headshot, turn his skull to spaghetti (Baow) [Verse 4: Fetty Luciano & Rowdy Rebel] When it's war, niggas don't ever mention my name (Brr) Tell her "Suck the marni", nigga, fuck the fame (Baow) Bust down the Patek, I don't want it plane Dripped in Designer, that's how it came (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Rich crib, but I still catch a stain, did six years, ain't shit changed Still hit licks, still switch lanes, in a big body, nigga, quit playin' Huh, I tell my shooter "Don't shoot" (I'm trippin') Matter of fact, scratch that (Huh?), I tell that nigga to pass that (Brr) I'm in a fast car, that's a Hellcat, I know they can not catch that (Skrrt) Nigga, it's never no pressure, how we losin'? Nigga, we never let up My diamonds low, I gotta watch for the set-up Switch the game, hop out, any weather (Switch game) We movin' on niggas, stompin' on steppers (On steppers) He move on, then that boy gettin' wet up (Shiesty) We got the streets in tunes, we the ones that really speak the truth (On God) Might hop in a sprinter and leave the coupe (Fuck it) Shh, don't need to shoot (Grr, grr, baow)