Pressure lyrics

I got ticket on this beat, ooo
You gotta pay for all this heat too
Steppin in the party, i ain't do warrin im steppin flawless
n*ggas know wassup with G9, he get real retarded
Uh uh uhuh uh ah real renarded
Step in this b*tch like beg ya parton
I say i like that uh

I ain’t never had sh*t, i hit the store and bought some tissue
I pop the Tec, a flagrant foul, the ref keep blowin on his whistle
b*tch im back and better,4 pump bought like the all black beretta
Free that 2 block all my youngins always chase that cheddar
Free Lil Savage, he caught an attempt, somebody done went federal
n*ggas know we run sh*t down in red bottoms and even skechers
I be be grippin, im never slippin, you can test the water
Dive up in it, this b*tch ain't shallow and thats on my daughter
They got money problems, i think they got a money disorder
Oh thats yo brother patner, we tryna rob him, we take the order
Now my music overseas, it made it across the border
I be flashin all my C's, Big Bs is ???
If you ain’t doin this sh*t for P, then that flag you better fold it
Yeah you know i talk my sh*t like G9 caught halitosis
I told him walk it, the way he talk it b*tch gon handle up
The way the drac' come with a curve, i think G9 gon ??? it up
We got di*ks all on the Glocks, you know them jits gon catch a nut
The way the di*k hang out the Glock, she though i was horny or sumn