Pressure

Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting

and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting

Putting pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs

Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches

Puttin pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

Eh, eh-yo, when we do this shit

Now tell me why is you competing

When I be that type of nigga that get money when I’m sleeping

And when I’m farting and shittin’ I cop countries on the weekends

So ambitious my accountants got continence when I’m eating for me

Bussa buss the most diamonds and start retreating and beat the street up

Shit be sounding remarkable when I’m speaking homie

Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I’m tweaking

Short circuit electric chair voltage is every feature [?]

Like I’m short for breath drowning in money rushes

Fuck a blunt bitch I’m inhaling muffle, smoke from buses?

I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish

Defence mechanisms from infections the way that puss is

Aint no fucking around, I’m frontin, get it

As for getting this bread, I’m like vomit so disgusting with it

Here’s my other alias, don’t forget it

Call me snow blower, blowing this bread like it’s nothing with it

Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting

and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting

Putting pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs

Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches

Puttin pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

Weezy F baby man, I gotta put the pressure on ‘em

Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hestor on ‘em

Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ‘em

Soon as it woke up, it came and left it on ‘em

Swag with no effort on him

Quicker than a leopard on ‘em

If he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on ‘em

No spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow

Semi settle everything for me and everything for me

Smoking on that G13 and everything funny

Especially y’all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas

Blood gang, 6 flags nigga, no rollercoaster

Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters

Young Casanova, I bend they asses over

She say my dick stronger than a six pack of cola

Man I’m so fly, I got arachnophobia

Pressure bust pipes but Weezy bust twice

Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting

and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting

Putting pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs

Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches

Puttin pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

We puttin’ pressure on ‘em