Pres5ure - Bipolar Virgo Lyrics

Don't ask me how I'm feelin' cause how I'm feelin' is f*ck everybody, do that, f*ck everybody
Don't ask me how I'm feelin' cause how I'm feelin' is f*ck everybody
Play ass nigga walk around with a P on me, if she don't eat dick she gon' be hungry
Ain't pressed over no pussy, fell asleep on it, pressure on this bitch put my feet on it

Step, too much to handle when he on it, I want the coupe with the wings and the B on it
Wait on me, think you lonely now, you gon' see lonely, old habits still , keep a Glock and a ski on me
New flow, new hoe, new position, new ignition , push start bitch with the ceiling missing, hear the engine, vroom vroom
Scrrr when I'm in the city, car get busy, whip be, dancin' and shit, nothing like Nino but a cancel a bitch

Why? I don't like snitch allegations, say you gon' hit but I know you was fakin
I seen you in public, you was nervous and shakin', I nodded my head like nigga be grateful
But back to these rappers, they tracks don't amaze me, number one spot, look abandoned and vacant
I hop on the song and I place it, right in the grave, that bitch so roomy and spacious

So I won't let you keep heaven waitin' and I only converse if its paper
If I up this G lock you ain't safe, go, playa ass nigga walk around with a P on me
If she dont eat dick, she gon' be hungry, ain't pressed over no pussy, fell asleep on it
Pressure on this bitch, put my feet on it, step, too much to handle when he on it

I want the coupe with the wings and the B on it
Wait on me, think you lonely now, you gon' see lonely, old head to steer, keep a Glock and a ski on me
Go

Cuff a bitch, no she, disposable, quotable , what else you expect for a hoe to do
I ain't even open my eyes, see the hoe in you, let him bleed, only thing I'm sayin' to my enemies

On your knees, only thing I'm sayin' to a bitch bleedin', pressure please, let him breathe
Hell naw nigga, I can't do that, body shot, body drop, damn why he do that
Leave a nigga head wrapped up like a durag,Ks hit him, graves, fill up
He won't make it back from that, swingin' arms while on the run, but bitch, this ain't no cabbage patch

I got murder on my mind, it's okay, name attached to that
If you seen the shit I seen, you probably give my glasses back
But I'm a playa ass nigga walk around with a P on me
If she gon' eat dick, she gon' be hungry, ain't pressed over no pussy, better sleep on it

Pressure on this bitch, put my feet on it, still, too much to handle when he on it
I want the coupe with the wings and the B on it
Wait on me, think you lonely now, you gon' see lonely
Old habits, still keep a Glock and a ski on me