3Bandx - Pressure Lyrics

I'm at money, f*ck a different way, I ain't tryna move
Feel like Rumbo with that 9, sippin' too much jungle juice
You ain't even shoot your fire, you locked and pop, like nigga shoot
I smoked so much Tay pack when I heard bro ass can't reboot
He ain't make it through
Shooters on the roof, I'm in the coupe
200 on the dash, I would not stop for you
Know what it do, let that choppa loose
Hit bro and ole dude
Smoke is free, just scream out, "F*ck Jt," and we comin' for you
On your block, rollin' with that Glock, tryna let off shots
D.O.A., lil bro dead on arrival, body left to rot
Hit his top, make his body drop, hell nah, I can't be stopped
We on the chase, runnin' from the Jakes, you know it's f*ck the law
I love Percocets and I love Adderall
I'm sorry Jesus, had to pop that nigga, he ain't have it all
I'm in the whip, f*ckin' on a bitch, breakin' that hoe wall
There go ha' bestie, I ain't tryna f*ck, like, lil bitch give me jaw
Runnin' from that stick, runnin' from that brrdd
Drive the whip, like a NASCAR race, ain't runnin' to no curb
Nigga know I stand on business, give a f*ck bout what you heard
How the f*ck yo' lil ass broke, I told you sit back and observe
Bitches never wanna listen, gave him benefit of doubt
When you walk up in the trap, just know we got straps in the couch
If you try to hit a lick, know it's not stuck in the house
Slide through broad day with that 9, tryna hit 'em in his mouth
I don't need reaction, well, nigga don't say it
Burn the whip, this play I'm makin'
You ain't got shit, lil' bro, stop fakin', nigga
All that actin' tough, till I get your bitch strippin' naked
If you want what's in my pocket, you could try to come and take it