Pressure
(专辑: Letter To My Ex 2 - 2019)
[Savay:] Pussy stay wet so, he matching my drip Niggas strike out cause, I
don't let them hit If I
do I
get that head, and I
dip They watching close, tryna see if I
slip Feel like a
nigga, y'all stay on my dick If I
want it both ways, I'll be taking your bitch [?] like I'm Lilo, you Stitch Stick to the
code, hold it down, never switch Bitches want beef but, can't even get they bread up Pussy [?] fuck a
nigga head up Yeah I
tote that heat but, I
always keep it cool Tryna [?] so you gotta be a
fool Bitch how you mad, I
get paid to look cute You just get paid to get fucked for some shoes Talking that shit but, can't back it, that's tragic Fucking with us, no you don't want no static You know I'm coming real hard in this bitch Claiming he real but he folding the
pressure [?] booked me, only digits they getting Your nigga stay on me, he feeling this shawty Getting hate more real then the
love sometimes And your bitch more real then your mans, most times Bitches look up to me like I'm they idol And niggas look at me like they want a
title I
don't trust nobody but it's fucking K
My nigga keep his strap like Young M.A My name ain't Simon, he gone do what I
say It's a
hot girl summer, so your nigga ain't safe How you don't fuck with 12 but, you stay tryna cuff [Chris Sails:] Okay (Gang gang gang gang) (Gang gang gang gang) Gang gang gang gang, niggas don't really wanna bang bang bang Lame lame lame lame, they just fucking for the
fame fame fame Different day but the
same damn thing Nigga rich but ain't a
damn thing change I
wear my gun like it's fashion Caught that pussy nigga lacking Took the
pistol out the
wagon Nigga froze up he was lagging I
ain't gotta cap, I
ain't graduate [?] to my fucking face Even though we blood, I
just can't relate Yeah, I'm in the
cut like Peroxide No shoes strings but, I'm mob-tied Keep a
stick on me like a
blind guy Creep up on a
nigga on his blind side Kind of like, Ray Charles Think about my past like, baseball Even though they did me wrong, hate y'all Tryna get a
AP, like the
viking She won't let me hit, I
was striking Now I
beat it up, Mike Tyson Nigga too rich, to be fighting Bitch I'm in these streets, fuck a
sidewalk [?] like hot sauce Show them too much love, that's my fault Nigga catch up, cause I'm hot dog Heart too froze, I
don't need Johnny Dang Nowadays, bitches they just do it for the
fame If we ever see the
opps, then nigga we gone bang Hell nah, nigga you can't hang with the
gang I'm the
type to wipe a
nigga nose without the
snot Car ain't got no roof so, I
made it give me top If he acting like a
pussy, then we gone hit his spot Cause this 4
got a
dick, we gone air this bitch out Don't got, murder on my mind But you bet not try to try me Cause even Dr. Miami couldn't even save your body You would think my niggas in a
league The
way they catch a
body Yeah, I
cheated on my bitch and I
ain't even tell her sorry Damn, okay, yeah yeah yeah yeah