Spiritual Pressure lyrics

[Intro: RellBaby]
1800 RellBaby
Let me hear a lil' somethin'
Yop
Yeah, yeah, what?
Push through
Push through, press three
Press three, press three
I got a check for who pressin' me (Hmm)
Got a check for who pressin' me
Press three (Let me hear a lil' somethin')
Press three
1800 RellBaby

[Verse 1: RellBaby]
Woke early morning with my yesta (Huh?)
I be goin' to sleep, really dreamin' 'bout the issue
Spent three thousand for a feature, what you think I charge?
Straight deck you in your sh*t, Dark Magician card (Yop)
Ten thousand streams in one day got my phone toppin'
I'll take a hundred years forever with that blower
Ain't no n*gga finna make me bleed, drip to the floor (Yeah)
Ain't no n*gga finna send me up, up to the Lord
I'm CPL'ed up, I'm done speakin'
Free Jon Tes, we was back-to-back tweakin' (Free my baby)
I'm finna cop another feature, now I'm done eatin' (Run him up)
I'm finna punch through the door, not done beatin' (Come on)
And I don't never show my hand, I'm too seasoned
From the bottom of the bottom, get a rich reason
Flash a boo five thousand, get your ass bit region
The switch'll click click, call that motherf*cker Adam Sandler (Yop)
I'll dunk it, break the rim, Tyson, Tyson Chandler
Huh? Had to get the f*ck from 'round y'all
Seen my loyalty was gon' be my downfall
Real n*gga energy, that's why my b*tch do what I say
She a real mama too, I ain't finna slip and play
I heard a reaper had some words for me, huh
Well, I'll be dead, so when it's dealt with
I be dead man, they kill him now, I bleed Blood, so they feel me
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Mmm
Nah, slid three times, that's a trilogy
Uh, uh, fresh up out the hive, I'm a killer bee
Huh, huh, all these n*ggas lyin', they be killin' me
Huh, uh, tryna take a mile off a millimeter
Crank, uh, you know you can't ever be my mini me
Leave him stankin', I up this yhopstick on mini me
Hit the bank, money in my pockets when I'm walkin' in
Nah, n*gga speakin', sock his ass, he won't talk again
Uh, huh, ball him up, huh, let my dog 'nem win, huh
Three-foot-fifty on the block, but I'm servin' grams
Nah, cop a chicken, give a couple wings to your mans
Nah, your baby mama breast and thighs pressed against the glass, listen
Rolex flower set
Nah, make a fire opp leak hot sauce, he gon' die today
Uh, uh, uh, bunch of guns, every kinda way
He was in the way, huh, got him out the way, ha-deugh