[ Featuring Young Clint Stunner ]
I was locked in for a week now I'm back now
Two cups I'm geeked I'm aired out
She wet she smelling my pheromone
Demolition I'm getting my bread now
Scratch that blue for a week no burnout
Hell nah I ain't giving no handout
Only know where we at when we head out
Cop gas but the plug done ran out
You can't hit my line it's DND I'm handling business, bitch
The drip is ocean water, red sea, It's sick like syphilis
We pull up to the spot, we get malicious with the residence
Bitch I don't care about opulence
Gimme dat pussy with condiments
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, give me
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
There's no pressure on me, but I got a lot on my plate
I don't need air in space, like I got cash in my safe
You're dealing with a breadwinner
That's why there's too many crumbs on my plate
I hop in the booth and I get to the cake
They asking me how many songs I'mma make
She give me the condiments
I hop on the mic and I give it an ambiance
Nigga the problem is
I got to the cake and I don't what condom is
I'm hoping they proud this
I hop on the money and know that we all legit
'till they acknowledge it
YCS be the name and it's all legit, nigga
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, give me
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
