Pressure

[Intro]
Aha, you already know what the fuck it is nigga (homegrown, Mobile, Alabama nigga)

[Verse 1]
Peezy, (ohh, aye) I'm a thug nigga till I die
Staying in the fast lane till I crash, I ain't worried 'bout a fuck nigga right now
Mind to busy thinkin' bout cash, time get bad, I'ma get good stacking all my cash while I'm thuggin' in the hood
And I got that MAG, man I get that understood
Run up on me, man I wish a nigga would
Sitting on your ass while Peezy be counting
Waiting on your daddy to come give you allowence
Playing with the cash get you baked like a brownie
To busy for yo' ass so your mama be frownin', 'fore a nigga ask, imma get it on my own
Whether robbing niggas or making these songs
If a nigga hate imma let him hate till i'm gone
Before i hang with fuck niggas i'd rather be alone
Say that i'm living way too fast for my age
If a young nigga livin' fast nowadays
Move everything slow, that's how you get played
If a nigga play me then somebody getting blazed, (foreal)
Since a young nigga, man i've been getting guap
Praying on Glock trynna make it to the top
I be with my niggas thuggin' on the block
Running through the numbers like the hand on the clock
I'm strapped up with a stack on me, trap me up
I lay you flat homie, I worked to hard just to get that money
I never let a nigga take that from me
I stay Polo from the head to the ground
With a four four i'll knock a nigga down
Four o got a third in the clip
Put a tag on your head like a mufuckin' cow, racks on me, put a beam on you, put a beam on me? that's what you ain't gonna do, you a real nigga if you walk up and niggas looking down like they ain't ever seen yo' shoes, you a fuck nigga, man that's something I can prove, hit you with the tool
Throw yo' ass in the pool
Everything cool till' a nigga get blues
Have everybody crying in the middle of yo' school

[Verse 2]
In the club boy watch out for my shoes
4 doors this is not a lil' coupe, put up the pistol you not finna shoot
Hotel with these bitches surroundin' my room
Peezy P and the P is for pressure I'm smokin' pressure eating shrimp in the booth, never pussy been 'bout whatever
You got a choppa then show me what it do, and the [?] and they saw me shinnin' with my crew
I was cleaning my room and I looked out the window
And I caught 'em sleepin' on the floo, (oo)
Came out the house with my hood and my tooly
I made them run up out they shoes
This is for niggas who really be thuggin' out there with nothin' to prove

[Outro]
I pray to God (first you get that money then you get that power)
In here on my lonley, I've been in this bitch for hours
Pray to God it didn't rain and I looked up and it got cloudy (why it get cloudy?)
Been there holdin' the ceiling, there ain't shit you can do about it, still I pray