Pressure lyrics

[Intro]
(The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, sh*t, the pills pink too, haha)
Skrrt, woah, woah, woah
Ayy

[Chrous]
Ayy, f*ck n*gga tryna run off, I'ma get up with him
I just hopped off that flight, I was nodding off, (Brrt, brrt), n*ggas not on my level
Don’t try talk no money with the top dog, n*gga think he special (Ayy)
It’s some fake n*ggas had to get cut off (Let’s go)
Ain't applying no pressure (Okay, okay)

[Verse 1]
We take a trip, where you at?
What the f*ck? I don't play 'bout that cash, pushin' up in that new Forgiato
n*ggas be broke as a b*tch, it ain't makin' no sense, man, I guess it's a hard pill to swallow
Geeked up, I-I-I'm on the set, booted up off a 30, I'm feelin' like Demi Lavato
Find where he at, I'ma get his lil' at, if he talkin' that sh*t, now his mouth full of hollows
I see where they headed, n*ggas say that I ain't on sh*t, why the f*ck would he say that?
In my new crib, I be laid back
n*ggas like b*tches, in love with that drama, I hate that
b*tch I done ran up a M, f*ck 'bout your lil' ass thirty bands, I already made that
You must be new to this get money sh*t, man, I'm true to this, I steady laugh to the bank

[Verse 2]
Just copped the new AMG, it cost me double the sh*t that you make just to fill up the tank
I heard n*ggas talkin' behind my lil' back, why the f*ck the b*tch n*ggas ain't say nun' to my face?
I saw new n*ggas comin' around, don't worry 'bout it, my gun around, I keep this sh*t on my waist (Blatt, blatt)
Yeah, this sh*t a hunnid round list, it's hunnids countin' hunnids, know broke n*ggas cannot relate
Y'all n*ggas be washed up (Eugh), b*tch I ain't talkin' 'bout twin that made "Rubbin Off The Paint" (Okay)
Why in the f*ck would I care what they talk about? (Ayy), n*ggas my son's, n*ggas know that I made it (n*ggas know that I made it)
Whole bunch of b*tch n*ggas giving the run around, I’m tryna gun 'em down, yeah paper-plate-'em
b*tch n*gga, talk with your chest when you speakin' on me, turn this sh*t up, can't hear what you sayin'
Yeah that go for anybody, I'm high off this Oxy' right now, shawty give me some space
Ho, I ain't just anybody, better get you some cash before talkin' 'bout money with me
I ain't trustin' just anybody, 'cause recently started to separate real from the fake
Brand new truck, it's the biggest body, feel my brain, I'ma hop out this truck and get faced (Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 3]
Hey, what the f*ck good with these n*ggas? They hoppin' from di*k to di*k, they acting like my lil' ho (The f*ck?)
These n*ggas they not my bro, just got a new plaque and I made that sh*t gold
You payin' some n*ggas, I don't even know, but I guess it my fault, how that sh*t made me wrong?
What's happenin' for n*ggas that won't do the same? Got me all in my head, like, what the f*ck goin' on?
Be ballin' on n*ggas, I don't need a ring, if she want a lil' Benz, she gon' get it for sure
Count hunnids on hunnids, my money it's goin' to sun, y'all n*ggas went up and went broke (Nah, for real though)
I'ma die 'bout my money, he tried actin' funny (Nah, for real), then I guess it's murder she wrote (Woo)
No changin' the subject, that n*gga get hit up in public, my flight to a private resort (Woo)
Ain't beefin' 'bout b*tches with twin, I might throw him the lob, and then tell him, "What's mine is what's yours" (Yeah)
I'm peepin' these n*ggas, I'm seein' right through the facade, I had to go suicidal the doors
Switched up, I beat that boy ass on the cam, when you see me, no handshake, better not try and cop the plea
Bro got a lil' money, then blew the sh*t, n*gga, what happened?
N-N-Now the boy selling his V (Lil' broke ass n*gga)

[Bridge]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ayy, I’m on my second crib right now (Skrrt)
I’m on my third car (n*gga know what the f*ck going on with me, man)
Y'all n*ggas better catch up (f*ck n*gga tryna run off)
(f*ck n*gga tryna run off)

[Chrous]
Ayy, f*ck n*gga tryna run off, I-I-I'ma get up with him
I just hopped off that flight, I was nodding off (Okay, okay), n*ggas not on my level
Don’t try talk no money with the top dog, n*gga think he special
It’s some fake n*ggas had to get cut off (Let’s go)
Ain't applying no pressure
[Outro]
n*ggas ain't on sh*t
n*ggas ain't on sh*t
C'mon, yeah
n*ggas ain't on nun'
Ain't applying no pressure (Skrrt, skrrt)