Organized Pressure

Lyrics

[Intro] Turn me up Ringo for president Bouff stop playing with em Aye, tray one eight Ooh, yeah, tray one eight Ooh, yeah, we don't play Let me stop playing with em Look, aye [Chorus] Organized pressure I just brought it back In the party rolling, like I threw one back Turnt up to the max, turnt up to the max If you got fire, I got smoke, we can match I know they watching, when they knocking check the peep hole When I drop it, they gon' watch it just like Vevo Get the actin' then we snappin' like some B roll Blat, blat, blat, blat, blat, they I reload [Verse 1] I know that they being messy, they don't get replies Hit my knees and say a prayer, you know I talk to God Mamma told me when they talkin', look em in they eyes That's how you can tell who being fake and tellin' lies You know we be turnt up, me and Pat up in that Scat Pack When we pull up, they know it's up, they pullin' out they Snapchat What you doing, I did that, not cocky but I been that Throwing shots on Instagram, tell him why he send that? For real They say that lil Ringo sick, 'bout to run a blitz Told em on my last song, "I ain't go no picks" Pull up with a stick, ooh, better let it hit Cause pulling up and pump faking, that's a higher risk And I'm still on child support Playing in them SRT's, like it was a sport It's already fast, I still drive that thing in Sport I didn't go to college but got knowledge like a dork They think that I'm Muslim when I said I don't eat pork She gon' hit the party just to pop it like a cork Decent with my hands don't think I'm not because I'm short I been jumped up off it you still playin' on the porch They know that I'm ballin' I ain't talkin' on no court, aye I just lost two pair of J's, I can't make this up, aye Long as I can hit the stage, I can make it up, aye I just had a meeting, turnin' minus into plus, aye You ain't got no time to speak if you ain't adding up, aye Remember being younger with my mamma on the bus, aye Just for that I'm boutta put her in a Bentley truck, aye Swerving lane to lane ain't got no time for no lust, aye Talk 'bout taking some make Quan, Put you in the dust, aye He back home from Germany, you know we going up, aye I be scare to talk to God cuz I be cuttin' up, aye I be cuttin' up, aye I be cuttin', I be cuttin', I be cuttin' up, aye, aye [Chorus] Organized pressure I just brought it back In the party rolling, like I threw one back Turnt up to the max, turnt up to the max If you got fire, I got smoke, we can match I know they watching, when they knocking check the peep hole When I drop it, they gon' watch it just like Vevo Get the actin' then we snappin' like some B roll Blat, blat, blat, blat, blat, they I reload (Ringo for president)