CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pressure
Pu**y stay wet so, he matching my drip
N***as strike out cause, I don't let them hit
If I do I get that head, and I dip
They watching close, tryna see if I slip
Feel like a n***a, y'all stay on my d**k
If I want it both ways, I'll be taking your b*t*h
like I'm Lilo, you St**ch
Stick to the code, hold it down, never switch
B*t*hes want beef but, can't even get they bread up
Pu**y [?] f**k a n***a head up
Yeah I tote that heat but, I always keep it cool
Tryna [?] so you gotta be a fool
B*t*h how you mad, I get paid to look cute
You just get paid to get f**ked for some shoes
Talking that sh*t but, can't back it, that's tragic
F**king with us, no you don't want no static
You know I'm coming real hard in this b*t*h
Claiming he real but he folding the pressure
[?]booked me, only digits they getting
Your n***a stay on me, he feeling this shawty
Getting hate more real then the love sometimes
And your b*t*h more real then your mans, most times
B*t*hes look up to me like I'm they idol
And n***as look at me like they want a t**le
I don't trust nobody but it's f**king K
My n***a keep his strap like Young M.A
My name ain't Simon, he gone do what I say
It's a hot girl summer, so your n***a ain't safe
How you don't f**k with 12 but, you stay tryna cuff
Okay
(Gang gang gang gang)
(Gang gang gang gang)
Gang gang gang gang, n***as don't really wanna bang bang bang
Lame lame lame lame, they just f**king for the fame fame fame
Different day but the same damn thing
N***a rich but ain't a damn thing change
I wear my gun like it's fashion
Caught that pu**y n***a lacking
Took the pistol out the wagon
N***a froze up he was lagging
I ain't gotta cap, I ain't graduate
[?]to my f**king face
Even though we blood, I just can't relate
Yeah, I'm in the cut like Peroxide
No shoes strings but, I'm mob-tied
Keep a stick on me like a blind guy
Creep up on a n***a on his blind side
Kind of like, Ray Charles
Think about my past like, baseball
Even though they did me wrong, hate y'all
Tryna get a AP, like the viking
She won't let me hit, I was striking
Now I beat it up, Mike Tyson
N***a too rich, to be fighting
B*t*h I'm in these streets, f**k a sidewalk
like hot sauce
Show them too much love, that's my fault
N***a catch up, cause I'm hot dog
Heart too froze, I don't need Johnny Dang
Nowadays, b*t*hes they just do it for the fame
If we ever see the opps, then n***a we gone bang
Hell nah, n***a you can't hang with the gang
I'm the type to wipe a n***a nose without the snot
Car ain't got no roof so, I made it give me top
If he acting like a pu**y, then we gone hit his spot
Cause this 4 got a d**k, we gone air this b*t*h out
Don't got, murder on my mind
But you bet not try to try me
Cause even Dr. Miami couldn't even save your body
You would think my n***as in a league
The way they catch a body
Yeah, I cheated on my b*t*h and I ain't even tell her sorry
Damn, okay, yeah yeah yeah yeah
N***as strike out cause, I don't let them hit
If I do I get that head, and I dip
They watching close, tryna see if I slip
Feel like a n***a, y'all stay on my d**k
If I want it both ways, I'll be taking your b*t*h
like I'm Lilo, you St**ch
Stick to the code, hold it down, never switch
B*t*hes want beef but, can't even get they bread up
Pu**y [?] f**k a n***a head up
Yeah I tote that heat but, I always keep it cool
Tryna [?] so you gotta be a fool
B*t*h how you mad, I get paid to look cute
You just get paid to get f**ked for some shoes
Talking that sh*t but, can't back it, that's tragic
F**king with us, no you don't want no static
You know I'm coming real hard in this b*t*h
Claiming he real but he folding the pressure
[?]booked me, only digits they getting
Your n***a stay on me, he feeling this shawty
Getting hate more real then the love sometimes
And your b*t*h more real then your mans, most times
B*t*hes look up to me like I'm they idol
And n***as look at me like they want a t**le
I don't trust nobody but it's f**king K
My n***a keep his strap like Young M.A
My name ain't Simon, he gone do what I say
It's a hot girl summer, so your n***a ain't safe
How you don't f**k with 12 but, you stay tryna cuff
Okay
(Gang gang gang gang)
(Gang gang gang gang)
Gang gang gang gang, n***as don't really wanna bang bang bang
Lame lame lame lame, they just f**king for the fame fame fame
Different day but the same damn thing
N***a rich but ain't a damn thing change
I wear my gun like it's fashion
Caught that pu**y n***a lacking
Took the pistol out the wagon
N***a froze up he was lagging
I ain't gotta cap, I ain't graduate
[?]to my f**king face
Even though we blood, I just can't relate
Yeah, I'm in the cut like Peroxide
No shoes strings but, I'm mob-tied
Keep a stick on me like a blind guy
Creep up on a n***a on his blind side
Kind of like, Ray Charles
Think about my past like, baseball
Even though they did me wrong, hate y'all
Tryna get a AP, like the viking
She won't let me hit, I was striking
Now I beat it up, Mike Tyson
N***a too rich, to be fighting
B*t*h I'm in these streets, f**k a sidewalk
like hot sauce
Show them too much love, that's my fault
N***a catch up, cause I'm hot dog
Heart too froze, I don't need Johnny Dang
Nowadays, b*t*hes they just do it for the fame
If we ever see the opps, then n***a we gone bang
Hell nah, n***a you can't hang with the gang
I'm the type to wipe a n***a nose without the snot
Car ain't got no roof so, I made it give me top
If he acting like a pu**y, then we gone hit his spot
Cause this 4 got a d**k, we gone air this b*t*h out
Don't got, murder on my mind
But you bet not try to try me
Cause even Dr. Miami couldn't even save your body
You would think my n***as in a league
The way they catch a body
Yeah, I cheated on my b*t*h and I ain't even tell her sorry
Damn, okay, yeah yeah yeah yeah
