Nbs Chopp - Pressure Lyrics

I'm rapping
They hatin
Tell em niggas
Cut it
I'm chasin the paper
Swear the
Bitches love it
Them niggas
They rappin
Swear them niggas frontin
I see your bitch
On the dick
The girl be jumpin
Just cuz I'm rappin
I ain't f*ckin trappin
I f*cked your bitch
And it started wit the perks
Im geeked off the molly
She geeked off the perks
Tell me how the f*ck
You think this gon work
I give her the dick
And i kno she gon squirt
These niggas don't kno
That i started it first
Chopp originated
All the Bodymore migo rappin shit
These niggas trynna take the flow
When they don't even kno how to work that shit
I gotta let these niggas kno
I got killas they ready to empty clips
If the pussy boy
Try to put on a show
We gon make em dance
And we shoot his shit

I'm tired of these niggas
They keep on actin
When they f*ckin rappin
Like they f*ckin trappin
All these niggas claiming
That they bout that action
When the guns get blastin
Bet they f*ckin lackin
While my shooters shootin
And my trappers trappin
Kno I'm in the both
Get it wit the rappin
But I'll revert back to my old shit
If a nigga want it
We can get it crackin
No cuz shit
I kno cuz bitch
He gon hit a nigga
Just because bitch
They got love for me
On the 1 tip
Chopp a real nigga
They gon ride wit
And this chopp Flow
So sick tho
Like im beatin the pot wit the fork on the stove
Niggas they talkin shit
Gotta let em kno
I come the trenches
Shooters rey to go
You dont want no problems
You kno how it go
Catch you slippin
And put one to your fro
And by the fro
I mean one to your dome
Pussy nigga better
Leave this shit lone
You live the by the script
And I live how it go
You live by the script
And I live how it go
Yea I live how it go
Talkin shit
On the book niggas need to
Cut It
You ain't bout that life
So pussy switch the subject
All that bluffin nigga
You ain't doin nothin
I catch you slippin
Send my niggas
Dumpin
You talkin bout this
And
You talkin bout that
I don't give a f*ck
About Where you at
Pussy nigga you ain't bussin no straps
Pussy niggas you ain't bussin no straps
You rappin bout this
And
You rappin bout that
Keep on trynn rap
You kissin the strap
Let that shit go
Blow your chest thru ya back