Pressure lyrics

[Intro: YKNIECE, Snoop Dogg, Michael Rapaport]
This motherf*cker don't miss
No, he's f*ckin' good (I can never miss)
That motherf*cker don't miss, man (And not at all)
He's good
In the heat of battle, he don't miss (What?)
In the heat of controversy, he don't miss (He don't)
Big YK, pus*y, aha
Everybody keep talking 'bout
"Ohh, what? What's wrong YK?"
"Where she at? What she sayin'?"
"Oh this, oh that, she ain't ready"
Man, f*ck that

[Chorus: YKNIECE]
b*tch, I'm pressure (What?)
All these hoes broke and they too extra
Only thing plastic is that card, he like it natural
This ain't no BBL, you stiffer than a statue
I rock Saint Laurent, I ain't the one
You hoes ain't even havin' it (Not at all)
Yo baby daddy f*ck me better
He gon' put it in his face if I let him
I-I-I can't fight 'bout none of these n*ggas, but it's whatever
Got a n*gga down the road, I put this pus*y in the letter
[Verse]
Moncler sweater, broke b*tch, I can't sweat her
Tryna' stop my shine, lil' b*tch, I can't let her
One place I ain't never seen you hoes, at the bank, tell 'em
I got money on my toes, french tip, [?] tickle
Pocket watching b*tches, they can't f*ck with me, they know that
Like, b*tch, you mad you'll never get your ho back
You f*ck with mine, I send my best, I'm talking smack his brain
These hoes be lyin' on big P, these hoes is lowercase
I'm tryna' duck off with your main, I don't do social dates
Can't no n*gga fly me out, 'cause I got motion, bae
(I'm talkin' 'bout money)
I told him put it on his nose, eat that sh*t like cake
He think we f*ckin' but I'd rather f*ck my rose

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm pressure (What?)
All these hoes broke and they too extra (They too extra)
(They mad)
Only thing plastic is that card, he like it natural (Talk that sh*t)
This ain't no BBL, you stiffer than a statue (Mhm)
I rock Saint Laurent, I ain't the one
You hoes ain't even havin' it (Not at all)
Yo baby daddy f*ck me better
He gon' put it in his face if I let him (I'm talkin' 'bout in it)
I-I-I can't fight 'bout none of these n*ggas, but it's whatever
Got a n*gga down the road, I put this pus*y in the letter, ahh
(Put it in his face, put it in his face, let's ride)
(Put it in his face, let's ride)