Pressed lyrics

[Hook: Tyga]
Why you b*tches so pressed for?
Open up the gate all I do is press four
Got you p*ssed off ballin' up your fist for
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
It's the hooligan n*gga
Eat these rappers up, you just food to me n*gga
Rap don't work, I'm a wolverine
n*gga's honey make you desert, wash it down with some liquor
Li-lit up, the pill make a b*tch turn flipper
You so um, all on the bottom of my zipper
I Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah
Pinocchio rappers man, all I see is liars
Rough riders, gang n*ggas, kush buyers
Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers
My religion, plenty women no choirs
They call me the royal p*nis, their highness
For when they give it up, pour it up, leave it wit' us
Eatin' my dust, you bustas dusty still on the bus
Truly quick, pick her up or you ain't bad, you ain't nothing
All my n*ggas eatin' like the last supper, n*gga

[Hook: Honey Cocaine & Tyga]
Why you b*tches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press four
Got you p*ssed off ballin' up your fist for
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Why these b*tches so pressed for?
[Bridge: Honey Cocaine & Tyga]
Why these b*tches so pressed for?
Wh-why you b*tches so pressed for?
Why these b*tches so pressed for?
Don't make me pull out my pistol

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
Don't make me pull out my pistol
T-Dot that seaside my b*tch is official
Get rich or take it cause that is the ritual
This b*tch was talkin' I had to turn visual
I don't like to lose it's bad habits
All my b*tches loyal and true and all fashion
My n*ggas holdin' the juice, they all strappin'
Sleepin' on me, hatin me dude I'm straight gassin'
Everything I'm in is luxury
Them other hoes know they can't f*ck wit' me
b*tch look me in the face when you stunt on me
Better ask a weak ho try to front on me
Ha-ha, now tell me where that b*tch at, that b*tch ass
All this good food, I'm surprised I ain't get fat
Wake up then 'urn up then turn up the sh*t fast
I'm coming through with that pistol you better get back, b*tch!

[Hook] + [Bridge]
[Bridge: Sage the Gemini]
If we get rowdy, all my n*ggas solve it
Why you b*tches so pressed for
Don't make me pull out my pistol
If we got a problem, all my n*ggas solve it
Why you b*tches so pressed for?
Don't make me pull out my pistol

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Damn!
Hop up in my lap, get high
Pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times)
Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times
Now it's no more drama, it's that Mary J Blige
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed
Cherry Vans, sweet red, red vine
Closed blinds, n*gga you gets no shine
It's my party n*gga I ain't standin' in line!

[Hook]