pressure

Singer: chris sails

pussy stay wet so

he matching my drip

niggas 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 nigga

y'all stay on my dick

if i want it both ways

i'll be taking your bitch

like i'm lilo

you stitch

stick to the code

hold it down

never switch

bitches want beef but

can't even get they bread up

pussy fuck a nigga head up

yeah i tote that heat but

i always keep it cool

tryna so you gotta be a fool

bitch how you mad

i get paid to look cute

you just get paid to get fucked for some shoes

talking that shit but

can't back it

that's tragic

fucking with us

no you don't want no static

you know i'm coming real hard in this bitch

claiming he real but he folding the pressure

booked me

only digits they getting

your nigga stay on me

he feeling this shawty

getting hate more real then the love sometimes

and your bitch more real then your mans

most times

bitches look up to me like i'm they idol

and niggas look at me like they want a title

i don't trust nobody but it's fucking k

my nigga 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 nigga ain't safe

how you don't fuck with 12 but

you stay tryna cuff

okay

gang gang gang gang

niggas don't really wanna bang bang bang

lame lame lame lame

they just fucking for the fame fame fame

different day but the same damn thing

nigga rich but ain't a damn thing change

i wear my gun like it's fashion

caught that pussy nigga lacking

took the pistol out the wagon

nigga froze up he was lagging

i ain't gotta cap

i ain't graduate

to my fucking 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 nigga 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

nigga too rich

to be fighting

bitch i'm in these streets

fuck a sidewalk

like hot sauce

show them too much love

that's my fault

nigga catch up

cause i'm hot dog

heart too froze

i don't need johnny dang

nowadays

bitches they just do it for the fame

if we ever see the opps

then nigga we gone bang

hell nah

nigga you can't hang with the gang

i'm the type to wipe a nigga nose without the snot

car ain't got no roof so

i made it give me top

if he acting like a pussy

then we gone hit his spot

cause this 4 got a dick

we gone air this bitch 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 niggas in a league

the way they catch a body

yeah

i cheated on my bitch and i ain't even tell her sorry

damn

okay

yeah yeah yeah yeah

Lyric Context: pressure - chris sails