pressure lyrics

[Intro: Lil Shine]
All I smoke is pressure in this ho
b*tch (Swi-Swishrr beats)

[Chorus: Lil Shine]
Yeah, all I smoke is pressure in this ho (b*tch), we smoke by the O, yeah
Fifteen for the boat, huh, we smokin' on loads
I hit loads up for the juice, smokin' 'Woods, I'm in the booth
I spilled codeine on my suit, I rock purples, I rock troops
All my ex's, they mad as f*ck, all this cup that's in my blunt
I'm too high, smokin' on Runtz
You pass me the ball, I punt
I sip Wockhardt, b*tch, for lunch (b*tch)
In my cup, that's sunday brunch
These pink ten take by the bunch
You down bad, smokin' off fronts
I'm bad, bro, I can not front
Hit this Backwoods, smell like skunk
I can't lie, keep it a buck
I ain't had sh*t, but now I'm up

[Verse: OsamaSon]
I ain't had sh*t, but now I'm up, yeah-yeah
Rick-Rick, keep f*ckin' sh*t up
Slime that sh*t, don't give a f*ck
Slime-Slime just put him in a Rolls Royce truck
b*tch love the flex, now the hoes wanna f*ck
Red in my cup, beep-beep, yeah-yeah
My b*tch want her new Givenchy (Bee)
Send shots, now your shootin' lookin' six feet
My BB, pullin' Bentley
You-You can try to kick it, but a n*gga not friendly
f*ckin' up the streets, yeah, f*ckin' up the hemi
Better watch your back, I got big slime with me
Poppin' another Perc', just give me five minutes
b*tch don't wanna f*ck, send that sh*t back home
Spend a couple bucks 'cause I miss my n*ggas
Free my shooters, hop out, yeah, wake up (Pfft)
Spend that sh*t, huh, yeah, yeah, lil' O got ripped
Rick Owens jeans with a Glock on my hip
I gotta pay my slime for the kill
They gon' slide for me, yeah, I'm too slime (Yeah), too slime
pus*y, my bank go deep, yeah
Flex all the time, flex all the time
[Chorus: Lil Shine]
Yeah, all I smoke is pressure in this ho (b*tch), we smoke by the O, yeah
Fifteen for the boat, huh, we smokin' on loads
I hit loads up for the juice, smokin' 'Woods, I'm in the booth
I spilled codeine on my suit, I rock purples, I rock troops
All my ex's, they mad as f*ck, all this cup that's in my blunt
I'm too high, smokin' on Runtz
You pass me the ball, I punt
I sip Wockhardt, b*tch, for lunch (b*tch)
In my cup, that's sunday brunch
These pink ten take by the bunch
You down bad, smokin' off fronts
I'm bad, bro, I can not front
Hit this Backwoods, smell like skunk
I can't lie, keep it a buck
I ain't had sh*t, but now I'm up