Pretty East - Pressure Lyrics

Chanel feelin heavy pull a pistol out the purse
Got a nail file tampon and much worst
Wanna try me pullin off in a hurst
Ya bitch hate me guarantee she aint the first
Im living my best life ya livin ya worst
I got different moods betta know its a curse
Im making deals with the devil
I know the shit dont seem clever
Naw Im jus playing I would never
I cant never fall in love never ever
Sleeping at night all I dream bout is cheddar
So much cheddar need to check my blood pressure
Everyday a different day applying major pressure
If i call you my nigga dont feel special
I need sum foreign naw naw I need several
Tinted windows no tags now I feel federal
I took a break off the media
Cus Ya know I wasnt feeling too social
Now Im thinking bout being global
Cus at first I was gettting looked over
Still thinking bout coppin a rover
Have ya grandma be my chauffeur
Gwop on my side like a holster
Get ya ass lit like a toaster
I play with ya heart im a heart attack
Im in my feelings Naw nun of that
Pass me the cash Im the runner back
Too much designer call that drip set
If ya heard bout ain't no telling if I done it
If we got a problem I face u run from it
Stop blowing up my phone no time for discussion
Ya friend in my business dont get kilt over nun
Aint 21 but bitch Ima savage
Got two choppas and u know she do damage
I'm toting heavy artillery
I'm into criminal activity
I'm on his dock like hickory Dickery
Dimonds in my watch look icy from Italy
Don't call me ya homie cus you not a friend to me
Im at the dealer I cashed out
Im in the lot I smashed out
You know Im bad i stand out
Gave em the good he passed out
Oh you mad you spazzed out
I aint the one to be messed with
Finger on trigger she bust quick
Kissed him on the mouth he nut quick
Kissed him on the mouth he nut quick
Eyebrows on fleek she so
Unique pretty petite lil ebony
Hoes See me in the streets they
Envy me they some wannabes
He can not f*ck for free this cost a fee
Baby get on yo knees u can bow down to me
She don't like me she wanna fight me
But you cannot step to me
You bitches is dead to me
My mind go blank. My eyes turn red
Red light from inferred beam
Silence the clip bag on the grip
Shh cant hear a thing
Its a murder scene
Oh now u want me cus ya girl is trash
She smell like ass she dusty
Her n her friend Siamese twins naw
More like team ugly
Im breaking yo nigga he so generous
Taking all yo kids money King