Pressure

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I used to live on [?]
Friends aren't really friends, even fam, I be cautious
Pussy niggas shut up when I'm talkin'
Bout my southwest killa bitch [?] Texas, Austin
I can't stand your fucking baby momma, she be stalkin'
Throw her to my mans, he Randy Moss (catch up)
Look, bitch I don't usually do this often
I gotta get this money, when I wake up bitch get off me
I just want the check
When she lookin' good, I gotta crack
I got that fucking Draco on my back
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you motherfucking bastard
You dusty lil' nigga, motherfucking rascal
I can count up ten, collect ten without a hassle
You and your man both saw ten then arresstle
I'm the motherfucking king, got a fucking castle
All these bad hoes I just pull 'em like a raffle
I just stuffed 50 in the bottom of my mattress
These niggas faker than these freak hoes lashes
Luggies[?] like my fashion
I don't even drive 'em tired of crashing
But I'm thinking 'bout a coupe or Aston
You get it gone fast, I get it gone faster
Nigga want problems, I'ma give 'em what he ask for
She can never have more
I don't even know the bitch
Niggas get dealt with playing with my poker chips
I don't play no snitching games nigga, play with your hoes
Three in the morning, who that knocking at the door?
It's Aunty [?]
I know it, fall all off, I'm never goin'
She kill in my clip, on my hip
Earl Boykins

[Chorus]
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
Wanted me to fuck with you, but nigga you a faker

[Verse 2]
On probation, dropped me, but I still smoke
You been rapping all your life but you still broke
I see the light, is it the ice?
You know the price
If the price is right, then I'm flying out tonight
I heard them niggas talking down on me, but it's nothing
Fuck the car keys, gotta push the button mo'fucker
Bling, blaow, blurry
I be shining man, .45 on me I don't play no games
Whip candy paint, wanna chew dat bitch
Trap boy getting head from the jeweler bitch
I'm too legit, I don't lie for shit
Black mask, black hoodie, pussies hollerin'
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, I'm sorry
I get so much cake it's my party
And I'm who that bad thing that is Arby's [?]
44 Boys, better yet the army
I need new patients, I got 'scripts waiting
Fucking white hoes cause they ain't fucking datin' racists
And I ain't got no patience, nah I don't like waiting
I went to court, bonded out, I don't write statements
I want my money real long
Got a lil' cookie left nigga, but the pills gone
Hustler of the year, the dopeman cometh
44 Boys, run punk motherfucker

You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater