PRESSURE

[Chorus: arpsweatpants]
Yeah (Where you at, luvseat?)
Bitch, they know I'm 'bout to blow up
Atlanta, boy, get fold up
He be talkin' like he with it, that boy never even showed up
Under pressure, pussy, fold up
Like some pressure, you get rolled up
We gon' leave 'em with the maggots
That's for acting like you know us
I get active, yeah, you know us
Uh, uh, I been coughing now
We gon' see if you can say them words from a coffin now
Listen, boy ain't never take no Percs, he take Tylenol
Last week, I was all up in that vert, I bought a Charger now

[Verse 1: luvseat]
She like, "Damn, you 'bout to blow," I knew that already
See my numbers, 'bout to glow, I been growin' steady
I-I might buy a new Rolls, while you still whippin' a Chevy
Ash my blunt on my bitch butt, bitch, I feel like I'm Nevi
I-I'm 'bout to blow like a rocket, I swear, they ain't even ready
Too many bands in my pocket, yeah, they been gettin' too heavy
You think you up, bro? Just stop it, we know your pockets is empty
You think you rich, bro, that's not it, bitch, I been chasin' the fetty
I just made a rack in my bedroom, how you still broke? (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm coughing up my lungs, but I'ma still smoke (Yuck)
Say you up next, bro, that's funny, you a real joke (Ah)
B-b-boy, you talkin' all that shit, you know I kill folk (Yeah)
Got a choppa by my hip, it got a real scope (Ayy)
You sleepin' on me, but soon you finna be real woke (Ayy)
Got a zip up in my bag, this only real smoke (Yeah, yeah)
Got a zip up in my bag, it's only real smoke

[Verse 2: Often forgotten]
Step out of the pen (Yeah), then I bustin' off that ass
Fuck with me, I'll get demandin', get your girl calling me dad
I'm a savage, taking all the cash that I can grab
Nigga, [1:15?], so average, shit is sad
So practically immaculate, I'm rackin' all the racks up
Actually [1:20?], started callin' me an asshole (An ass)
What's in the act? Just a kid who make 'em nitro
[1:26?] for the facts, make 'em way too nice to pass off

[Verse 3: luvseat]
Who-who are you? I don't know you, please remind me (Yeah)
Talkin' shit, but you always been behind me (Ayy)
I been going to the top, bitch, I'm climbing (Yeah, yeah)
Say he tough, but he won't pull up, he won't fight me
I been going up for a minute, this shit easy to me
I-I been cookin' in the kitchen, no one realer than me (Yuh)
Always working, never finished, 'til I'm feelin' the breeze (Yuh, yuh)
Drama ain't no good for business, bro, stop talkin' to me

[Chorus: arpsweatpants]
Yeah
Bitch, they know I'm 'bout to blow up
Atlanta, boy, get fold up
He be talkin' like he with it, that boy never even showed up
Under pressure, pussy, fold up
Like some pressure, you get rolled up
We gon' leave 'em with the maggots
That's for acting like you know us
I get active, yeah, you know us
Uh, uh, I been coughing now
We gon' see if you can say them words from a coffin now
Listen, boy ain't never take no Percs, he take Tylenol
Last week, I was all up in that vert, I bought a Charger now