Never Fold
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Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Riding around with that Wesson
Glock sittin' on the dresser
Amen, God bless you
City nigga with a check
Shit on niggas with the set
Head in the vet
Red dot from the TEC
Red spots on your neck
Live from the 'jects
London, flip a brick, keep 'em coming
Been running shit since a youngin
Going 730, that's what you wanted
All I want is money, nigga, running
Rip the beat, I'm from the street
I'm packing heat, that mac and cheese go good with cake
Nigga, fuck the cost, I been the boss
I got a loft in California way out of state
Nigga, take your bitch on a date
Yeah, she went for the bait
Yeah, ate the pussy like steak
Now I'm all in her face
Yeah, Bobby London, Zaytoven
Driving shit, now it's over
Fuck your bitch on the sofa
Had to call up the chauffeur
Smash in that Rover
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
I ain't tripping off swoop
Just being honest like I'm
Philippines in my DM
Bitches tryna get the scoop
Like where you going? Where you been?
You different now than you was then
Y'all forget I'm from Decatur
Like a nigga got a evil twin
Y'all forget I get it in
Y'all forget I get it in
I just keep up with my checks
I don't keep up with the trends
You can give me your opinion
I can show you where to shove it
I don't need the two pennies
All that talking in the booth
I was on the island, smoking on exotic
Mind on autopilot when I started dialing
Then I thought about it, bitch, you out of pocket
You just shit on yourself, ain't no port-a-potty
Zay on the beat, motherfuck y'all charts
This some East Atlanta shit
What the fuck y'all thought?
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Tell your girl to hit my phone
Talking 'bout she wanna bone
Tell your man to hit my phone
Talking 'bout he want a song
Remember came from the acid
Pussy wet, I wanna splash it
I'm so focused 'bout some bifocals
Just to fuck your bitch in my glasses
Y'all niggas want attention
Maybe I'm just different
I was standing in the kitchen
I was somewhere on a mission
I was chasing checks, getting it
I was somewhere on your cable
I was tryna stack the zero
Bread looking like bagel
Barb called, he said, "Killa, man
I'm in Cali, Bob, I got jet lag
I'm on tour, Bob, and I'm 'bout it, bitch
If I send her off, bring the bag back
And I might be gone for a minute
Tell London, "Send the pack through"
I just hit 'em with the good dope
Man, in a couple days, I'll be back through, like
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
If your bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot