Pressure

[Intro]
(The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, shit, the pills pink too, haha)
Skrrt, woah, woah, woah
Ayy

[Chrous]
Ayy, fuck nigga tryna run off, I'ma get up with him
I just hopped off that flight, I was nodding off, (Brrt, brrt), niggas not on my level
Don’t try talk no money with the top dog, nigga think he special (Ayy)
It’s some fake niggas had to get cut off (Let’s go)
Ain't applying no pressure (Okay, okay)

[Verse 1]
We take a trip, where you at?
What the fuck? I don't play 'bout that cash, pushin' up in that new Forgiato
Niggas be broke as a bitch, it ain't makin' no sense, man, I guess it's a hard pill to swallow
Geeked up, I-I-I'm on the set, booted up off a 30, I'm feelin' like Demi Lavato
Find where he at, I'ma get his lil' at, if he talkin' that shit, now his mouth full of hollows
I see where they headed, niggas say that I ain't on shit, why the fuck would he say that?
In my new crib, I be laid back
Niggas like bitches, in love with that drama, I hate that
Bitch I done ran up a M, fuck 'bout your lil' ass thirty bands, I already made that
You must be new to this get money shit, man, I'm true to this, I steady laugh to the bank

[Verse 2]
Just copped the new AMG, it cost me double the shit that you make just to fill up the tank
I heard niggas talkin' behind my lil' back, why the fuck the bitch niggas ain't say nun' to my face?
I saw new niggas comin' around, don't worry 'bout it, my gun around, I keep this shit on my waist (Blatt, blatt)
Yeah, this shit a hunnid round list, it's hunnids countin' hunnids, know broke niggas cannot relate
Y'all niggas be washed up (Eugh), bitch I ain't talkin' 'bout twin that made "Rubbin Off The Paint" (Okay)
Why in the fuck would I care what they talk about? (Ayy), niggas my son's, niggas know that I made it (Niggas know that I made it)
Whole bunch of bitch niggas giving the run around, I’m tryna gun 'em down, yeah paper-plate-'em
Bitch nigga, talk with your chest when you speakin' on me, turn this shit up, can't hear what you sayin'
Yeah that go for anybody, I'm high off this Oxy' right now, shawty give me some space
Ho, I ain't just anybody, better get you some cash before talkin' 'bout money with me
I ain't trustin' just anybody, 'cause recently started to separate real from the fake
Brand new truck, it's the biggest body, feel my brain, I'ma hop out this truck and get faced (Okay, okay, okay)

[Verse 3]
Hey, what the fuck good with these niggas? They hoppin' from dick to dick, they acting like my lil' ho (The fuck?)
These niggas they not my bro, just got a new plaque and I made that shit gold
You payin' some niggas, I don't even know, but I guess it my fault, how that shit made me wrong?
What's happenin' for niggas that won't do the same? Got me all in my head, like, what the fuck goin' on?
Be ballin' on niggas, I don't need a ring, if she want a lil' Benz, she gon' get it for sure
Count hunnids on hunnids, my money it's goin' to sun, y'all niggas went up and went broke (Nah, for real though)
I'ma die 'bout my money, he tried actin' funny (Nah, for real), then I guess it's murder she wrote (Woo)
No changin' the subject, that nigga get hit up in public, my flight to a private resort (Woo)
Ain't beefin' 'bout bitches with twin, I might throw him the lob, and then tell him, "What's mine is what's yours" (Yeah)
I'm peepin' these niggas, I'm seein' right through the facade, I had to go suicidal the doors
Switched up, I beat that boy ass on the cam, when you see me, no handshake, better not try and cop the plea
Bro got a lil' money, then blew the shit, nigga, what happened?
N-n-now the boy sellin' his V (Lil' broke ass nigga)

[Bridge]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ayy, I’m on my second crib right now (Skrrt)
I’m on my third car (Nigga know what the fuck going on with me, man)
Y'all niggas better catch up (Fuck nigga tryna run off)
(Fuck nigga tryna run off)

[Chrous]
Ayy, fuck nigga tryna run off, I-I-I'ma get up with him
I just hopped off that flight, I was nodding off (Okay, okay), niggas not on my level
Don’t try talk no money with the top dog, nigga think he special
It’s some fake niggas had to get cut off (Let’s go)
Ain't applying no pressure

[Outro]
Niggas ain't on shit
Niggas ain't on shit
C'mon, yeah
Niggas ain't on nun'
Ain't applying no pressure (Skrrt, skrrt)