Pressed

[Intro]

My whole team goes ay ay ay

Ay ay ay

Okay

[Hook]

Why you look so pressed?
Give it time to process
I ain't even blow yet
Bitch, I'm a star

If I gotta go next
She ain't give me dome yet
I've been on the road
Tryna play this guitar

Why you look so pressed?
Do I gotta know yet?
I been on the '416 in the car
I got you these roses
Shoot like the Rosé
If you gon' meet me right back at the bar

[Verses]

Okay, I, know I can be too hot to handle
Bitches always talk behind my back like some rendals
Yeah, I got a bag that be heavier than anvils
Hеatin' up the beat that you couldn't hold a candle

To, baby comе through
I got you some 'lix you can mix with the juice
We could take a pic in the fix by the pool
I don't really give a fuck, baby, what you tryna do?

At the spot again, I'm in another argument
I'm tryna get this shit that get you bouncin' off the wall like Peter Parker did
He said, "Bitch, you're not Spider-Man"
I get it.. but fuck it, I'm an arsonist

Flames on my back like a fire cape
Dave wrote a shitty post about me, fire Dave
Got five days to blow up
If not, I'm pullin' up with a god damn sword like the Iron Age

[Hook]

Why you look so pressed?
Give it time to process
I ain't even blow yet
Bitch, I'm a star

If I gotta go next
She ain't give me dome yet
I've been on the road
Tryna play this guitar

Why you look so pressed?
Do I gotta know yet?
I been on the '416 in the car
I got you these roses
Shoot like the Rosé
If you gon' meet me right back at the bar

[Verses]

I am not pressed, bitch, I'm angry (angry)
Only make hits like the Yankees
Let the choppa sing like Frankie
Bitch, I only throw hands like Mankey

I don't need no Gucci on my back but it looks great
I can see the diamond on your neck but it looks fake
I'll be drinkin' cups all day, so washed out, hey
Had to go and work a job but I couldn't even look straight

Chasin' after commas, I'll probably
Be the next worst thing that you heard of, honestly

How the fuck I'm so funny but a sad kid?
Also, producin' lookin' for the free samples like Costco
I balled with your bitch out in Cabo
She said my lyrics are colder than ice in Chicago
I think I just hit the lotto
Heaven, say god flow
One day here, I'll be done by tomorrow

[Hook]

Why you look so pressed?
Give it time to process
I ain't even blow yet
Bitch, I'm a star

If I gotta go next
She ain't give me dome yet
I've been on the road
Tryna play this guitar

Why you look so pressed?
Do I gotta know yet?
I been on the '416 in the car
I got you these roses
Shoot like the Rosé
If you gon' meet me right back at the bar

[Outro]

Okay

Uhm, yes sir

I get that

Yes?

Yes