Pressure

Uh

Man, that's just pressure (Pressure, pressure, pressure)

I'm just putting out pressure (Pressure)

Know when y'all feeling that pressure (Pressure)

Yeah, nigga, that's pressure (Pressure, pressure, pressure)

I'm just talking that

I'm just living that

I mean, that's pressure

Okay

I mean, with minimal effort, I'm locked and

I'm loaded like Glocks in the dresser, whoa

Just know to address it, can't we see me putting out pressure, mm

I did not come up, I been up, I been on my gun

And that shit you can ask me, take a backseat

Lapping you niggas like track meets in a fast seat with a bad D

Who kind of be catty

I feel like I'm mad deep in a bad beef

The devil gon' have me

I keep it so dandy so you can't see the twenty-two handy

Nothing but adding up, yeah

Feel like I had enough, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah

Lot going over y'all head, but

Count my money, my bread up

Now y'all fed up

Big boy, momma done fed us

I make contact, make sense that a

Nigga see contracts (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I been thinking how I'm with the same vision

I might aim different, but the game isn't

Shawty, I been on the same mission

Tryna get ahead like my brain missing

My mind hitting, I'm fine printing on every word that I spoke on

They luck up when I fuck up

I'ma take 'em down and have 'em choke on it

Swear way too good for my own good

Been running my block, can't stop at my hood

They feeling on top, they under my foot

They feeling that pressure, they probably should

Swear I got a bag full of tricks in the back

With a swift p-roll in the back of the whip

Let her back on the tip, got a bag in the zip

We could do it all night, that's facts, ho

Yeah, lot going over y'all head, but

Count my money, my bread up

Now y'all fed up

Big boy, momma done fed us