City Pressure lyrics

[Intro: SG Batman]
Ayy, gettin’ that
On folks' grave
Haha, on folks' grave
On folks' grave

[Verse 1: Big Azrael]
Pull up, hop out, let that switch go brrt (Brrt)
n*gga talk tough, now his face on a shirt (Boom!)
Chased his ass down, left his brains on the curb (f*ck!)
Hollows ate him up, left his ass in the dirt (b*tch!)
Ain’t no lackin’, we be clappin’, what you talkin’ ‘bout? (f*ck n*gga)
Caught his ass at Mickey D’s, took the safe route (Scary-ass)
f*ck Leek, roll him up, smoke him out the pound (Dead n*gga)
All my opps, they dead, we done ran ‘em outta town (pus*y!)
Still ridin’ ‘round with that switch on my lap (Brrt!)
Still catchin’ n*ggas lackin’, put ‘em straight on Snap (Boom!)
Caught a opp slippin’, he was cryin’ on his live (What?)
n*gga said he outside, but that n*gga ain't alive (Goof!)

[Verse 2: SG Batman]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, n*gga, what the f*ck you mean? (b*tch)
Catch a opp, we pop out quick, turn his ass into a meme (Boom, boom!)
n*ggas talk that gangsta sh*t, but they ain’t nevеr on the scene (Goofy!)
All that typin’ on thе net, boy, get your ass off the screen (Hah!)
Ayy, b*tch, we trappin’, servin’ smack right on his strip (On the block)
Caught his ass lackin', left his dumb ass in a Lyft (Haha!)
Lil' bro itchin' for a body, he just waitin' for the hit (Brrt)
Spin the block, then double back, make sure we ain't missin’ sh*t (Boom!)
f*ck your brother, f*ck your cousin, f*ck your mama, f*ck your block (f*ck ‘em all!)
n*gga, we ain't squashin' sh*t, we still spinnin' with them Glocks (Grrt!)
Call my shooter DoorDash, he gon’ pull up, get you dropped (Haha!)
Face shot, headshot, left that pus*y in a box (Boom!)
[Verse 3: Lil Scoom89]
(Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!)
n*gga, what you mean? We got choppas, we got beams (Brrt)
f*ck his gang, f*ck his hood, we pull up and clear the scene (b*tch-ass n*gga!)
Shot him once, but bro said "Nah," he need to hear that n*gga scream (Aghh!)
Let that K off in his face, turned his dream into a dream (Dead!)
b*tch, I’m really steppin’, I ain’t never duckin’ smoke (Hell nah!)
Pulled up to his mama house and put that barrel to her throat (pus*y!)
Heard he talkin’ out his neck? Now that n*gga got a hole (Boom!)
Had to switch out on the Glock, now that b*tch just overload (Brrt, brrt!)
n*ggas cappin’ on they dead mans, that boy ain't even slide (Never!)
Caught his lil’ brother lackin’, left his brains right outside (Damn!)
n*gga said he smokin’ who? Now his stupid ass fried (Goofy!)
Ain’t no talkin’, ain't no mercy, b*tch, you know we down to ride (Slide!)

[Outro: SG Batman ]
n*gga, on folks' grave
On folks' grave (Haha!)
Whole city know what the f*ck we on, n*gga
f*ck the opps, spin again! (Brrt, brrt!)