Pressure lyrics

by

Rob Vicious


[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
He gon' meet this Beretta
What you gon' do when we put on that pressure?
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
If the club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
If a n*gga wanna book me, he gon' meet this Beretta
What you gon' do when we put on that pressure?
I know these n*ggas broke, why don't you get you some cheddar?
Ayy, put that pressure on (That pressure on)
Shot it up, he took a stretcher home (Stretcher home)
Ayy, the upper echelon
You ain't talkin' money, need Rosetta Stone

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I know these n*ggas snitchin', know these n*ggas tellin' (I know they tellin')
You hang around with pussies, all my n*ggas felons (All my n*ggas felons)
He try to run up on me, I'ma bust his melon (Bust his melon)
She said that pus*y mine, I said we finna sell it (Finna sell it)
The more money you get, the more these n*ggas jealous (n*ggas jealous)
You ain't gotta like it, nothin' you can tell us (You can tell us)
I just spilled some lean on these Mike Amiris (Mike Amiris)
I just popped a bean, got up out my feelings (Pop a bean)
Crazy how this money change the people around
I just popped another seal, I'm finna smoke out the pound
I'm empty all the bullets, now I'm cleanin' 'em down
We gon' get this n*gga gone and we won't make a sound (Shh)
I know this n*gga pus*y, I'ma give him some rounds
I know I hit it better, girl, your n*gga a clown
I'ma hit it how he couldn't, yeah, I'm beatin' it down
And I know this n*gga know it, bet it's eatin' him now
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin & OhGeesy]
Hmm, now, yeah, hey, I need twenty or better
If a n*gga wanna book me, he gon' meet this Beretta
What you gon' do when we put on that pressure? (Put on that pressure)
Yeah, huh? (Hey), when we put on that pressure
Got a couple charges in the back of the Tesla
I only hit it once and now she thinkin' she special

[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
Uh, I put the press on these n*ggas, ayy
Used to sell the press to these n*ggas, man
I don't dress like these n*ggas, man
That's your ho? Why she neckin' all my n*ggas, man?
Look, I'm gettin' paid like twenty or better
She wanna f*ck on me just 'cause I get her wetter
Screamin' out, "Stop it," baby girl, I ain't gon' let up
I'm screamin' out, "Free my n*ggas," free that young n*gga Ketchup
I been rollin' hella hard, I been poppin' them Teslas
I been rollin' hella hard, I been poppin' them Teslas
Damn, I been poppin' them beans
I been poppin', hella poppin', what the f*ck do you mean?
Smokin' dope, spent a thousand dollars all on my jeans
When you poppin', hella poppin', you can do all these things
Yeah, ayy, you can do all these things
When you poppin', hella poppin', you can do all these things
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
If the club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
If a n*gga wanna book me, he gon' meet this Beretta
What you gon' do when we put on that pressure?
I know these n*ggas broke, why don't you get you some cheddar?
Ayy, put that pressure on (That pressure on)
Shot it up, he took a stretcher home (Stretcher home)
Ayy, the upper echelon
You ain't talkin' money, need Rosetta Stone
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