Pressure lyrics

[Intro]
Man when these n*ggas get under pressure, they will snitch on you I don't give a f*ck if you've been knowing these n*ggas all your life. Y'all grew up--- that sh*t don't mean sh*t. n*ggas ain't real mane

[Chorus]
These n*ggas screaming all that real sh*t, but under pressure n*ggas fold
You n*ggas some hoes (mhm)
You n*ggas screaming all that killa sh*t but under pressure n*ggas fold (mm)
You n*ggas some hoes (they some hoes)
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they snitchin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they tellin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they snitchin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they tellin')

[Verse 1]
Oh we know you told you done sold your soul
Working with the devil for that pot of gold
Say you on parole, got em for the low
I should have my little n*gga come through and kick ya door
You the type to tell, cause you scared as hell
That I used to have a choppa on me and a scale
See I got a couple partners waitin' on they bail
That'll knock the meat up out your taco with these shells
See we ain't on that hoe sh*t, tell em' we don't know sh*t
Yo name all up in that paperwork you couldn't hold it
See these n*ggas just like lawn chairs they just keep on foldin'
Keep talking how them n*ggas hit you up and keep on rollin'
[Chorus]
These n*ggas screaming all that real sh*t, but under pressure n*ggas fold
You n*ggas some hoes (man they some hoes)
You n*ggas screaming all that killa sh*t but under pressure n*ggas fold (mm)
You n*ggas some hoes (they some hoes)
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they snitchin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they tellin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they snitchin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they tellin')

[Verse 2]
Word round' town you doin' a whole lot of talkin'
n*gga you ain't heard? You gon' wake up in a coffin
Word round' town you doin' a whole lot of snitchin'
n*gga you ain't heard? You gon' wake up in one of them ditches
Leave em' missin' in the river we call that sendin' em' fishin'
Got a couple dirty b*tches in my kitchen doing dishes
Make a couple hunnit thou, leave a lil' bit for my misses
Tell that b*tch don't do no talkin' you just sit back and just listen'
I can show you how to get that bag and show you how to flip it
Pay attention to the game, they would die for the way we livin'
You can't even have a n*gga round' on a mission
n*ggas snitchin' on they own, got to stay up out of prison
Damn!
[Chorus]
These n*ggas screaming all that real sh*t, but under pressure n*ggas fold
You n*ggas some hoes (mhm)
You n*ggas screaming all that killa sh*t but under pressure n*ggas fold (mm)
You n*ggas some hoes (they some hoes)
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they snitchin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they tellin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they snitchin')
You the type to tell some
Tell some (they tellin')

(Outro: Juicy J and DJ Blak)
I'm tellin' you mane, you gotta watch these n*ggas mane. I'm tellin' you bruh, they ain't who they say they is... Or who they claim to be. You gotta trust yourself man, you wanna do anything, get something done, just do it yourself. f*ck a n*gga. They talkin' too much
It's so simple, stop snitching, stop lyin', stop being a b*tch out there man. All you gotta do is stay in your lane. DJ Blak, Juicy J. Rules of the game are simple baby. Fix your face my n*gga, if you don't know what I'm talkin' bout