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Pain & Pressure

 

Pain & Pressure

(Album: Love Me Like I'm Dead (Last Call) - 2021)


I put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name
That come with insurance and stretchers
All my niggas thugging, I know I'm handsome as hell
But baby girl, my past ugly
My cup muddy, I'm numb to the pain and the pressure
'Bout Bibby, we going extra, can't wait 'til we catch 'em
Surrounded by shooters and steppers
I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter

I'm stepping on leaks, bitch, and who fucking with me?
Who got them choppers like me, rocking like me?
Who catching bodies like me?
Shoot up the 'partment like me? Sliding with three
I got my eyes on his Jeep 'cause this bitch here looking creep
223, kill for Osama, I guarantee that nigga killing for me
We pull up and hurt shit, thugging like BG, that No Limit, Turk shit
This Perc' hit
R.I.P. Durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit
My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch
Fuck all the opps, bitch
That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit
I'm getting their block hit
Lowkey in the Scat, back-to-back stolos and splats
Back-to-back, touring Jack
This shit forever, I swear, boy, we need some medals
'Cause war, we dominate that
I'm still in the bricks, young nigga still on the Six
Young nigga still hitting licks, still got a Glick
Just got a million dollar deal and we still on the block with the shits (Uh)
Flexed up on my ex (Uh)
Fresh off a jet and went straight to the 'jects
That shit's on my neck (Wow)
Fell back from that fake shit and ran up a check
That thot, she a bopper (Damn)
Post up in the trap, got choppers on choppers
Niggas know how we rocking
Any time of the day, we can get shit popping

I put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name
That come with insurance and stretchers
All my niggas thugging, I know I'm handsome as hell
But baby girl, my past ugly
My cup muddy, I'm numb to the pain and the pressure
'Bout Bibby, we going extra, can't wait 'til we catch 'em
Surrounded by shooters and steppers
I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter

We pull up and hurt shit, thugging like BG, that No Limit, Turk shit
This Perc' hit
R.I.P. Durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit
My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch
Fuck all the opps, bitch
That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit
I'm getting their block hit
We pull up and hurt shit, thugging like BG, that No Limit, Turk shit
This Perc' hit
R.I.P. Durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit
My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch
Fuck all the opps, bitch
That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit
I'm getting their block hit (Their block hit)
Ayy

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