Huntr Lee. - Undr Pressure (feat. 514 L Wuapo X Fijidummo) Lyrics

I can't fold when that pressure hits
Smoking Optimos when the Backwood rips
I'm on Kuykendahl Road
With maybe 16 zips
And that's a pound mane, hm
I'm on Kuykendahl Road, maybe
Scooping up the f*ckin' hoe, baby
Get it on the low and when I get it (On the low)
Yeah you'll never f*ckin' know (Never know yeah)
Aye, 281 sippin' on a soul mane (Sippin' on a soul mane I'm thoed' mane)
Aye, shoutouts 514 mane
Whole bunch of f*cking drugs in my domain (Yeah that's in my domain)
Whole lotta choppas in this section man
This bad bitch teach a lesson and, uh
Where's the pussies talkin' shit, aye (Know they gon' talk that shit)
Make me wanna pull up with a stick and let it hit, yeah
Where them f*ckin' pussies talkin' shit, aye
We gon' pull this choppa teach a lesson
Choppa gon' put you under pressure (Mm, Mm)
44 lighters on my dresser, yessir (Mm, Mm)
Anything good I always mess up (Mm, Mm)
Aye, what's the move
Put the pressure up on you, aye
Under this pressure
I feel it pressing down on me
You switched the sound
Just vibrate with the frequency
I found out that you
Weren't really down for me (You weren't down for me)
And I can't believe that
I had them O-Dog twists in
The day I got locked up
Next day I was sippin' Texas Tea
No Lipton, had about 12 bad bitches
Asking a bad man to put the tip in
And nowadays, my only focus is the business
Count up Benjamins
Choppa put a nigga under pressure (Skkrt!)
My nigga gon' pull up with that extra (With that extra)
My nigga gon' flex just like a wrestler
She like touching my dick
Cuz' she just likes the texture
Hop in that Uris then hop in
The Bentley truck, love pushing foreigns
While smokin' on angel dust
Speaking of smoke, that's what
I'm arranging bruh, I pull out
That fire and go brazy bruh
I'm angry bruh
You know what I'm doing can't phase me bruh
Police pulled me over then them
Hoe ass niggas try and taze me bruh
Had to stop the nicotine
F*ck them cravings bruh
F*cked a little bitch named Tiffany
That pussy amazing, yuh
I think the spotlight yeah it's meant for me
I can taste it, yuh
Little bitch she like for my fragrance, yuh
Choppa put a nigga where he go to sleep (Go to sleep)
I can't f*ck with none these niggas
Niggas geeks (Niggas geeks)
I be off the Percocet it got me sleep (Ooooo)
Little bitch wanna f*ck me, she a freak
And I know that little bitch like the sea
And I know that I'm ballin' like a B
And my nigga got the bale that's a B
For real, for real
You don't want no pressure
You don't want no smoke (Smoke)
Cuz' shit'll get heated
Like cookin' on a stove (Stove)
I was servin' fiends
Posted up right at the sto', yeah
I'm having me some things
But I need me some mo', yeah (Yeah, Yeah)
44 lighters on my dresser
We just link up, I don't text her
We ain't lovers, I just sex her
Yeah, nah
Now she want me to arrest her
But I really just want that neck (That neck)
I'm hood, I'm really fye no stressin'
I'm swangin' down 45 with these
Benjis on my side (Yeah)
Ridin' with that .45
Freeway ran all on my mind
Can't waste no time cuz'
Time is money and I can't
Waste none of mine (No)
Play with my guys and we gon'
Put you in the sky, yeah
These blue strips I ain't hoover
Yo nigga a loser, she choose up
I don't choose her, we turnin' up at Chula's
I used to eat ramen noodles
Now I'm at Ruth Chris
If you want some pressure bitch
I got it, yeah I do this, yeah
Choppa gon' put you under pressure
Choppa gon' put you under pressure