Pressure (con 9lokknine)
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Lil' bitch
I got TK on this beat, ooh
Ayy, ayy
You gotta pay for all this heat too
Pay for that heat, pay for this heat
I ain't stepping in the party
I ain't throwing no ones, I step in Follies
Niggas know what's up with G9, he get real retarded
And we step in this bitch like baby party
What he say? I sound like that, yeah
Sound like that, yeah
Oh
Ida Boys
Light a nigga up, you know
Real mechanic
I'm talking 'bout look
Uh, uh, uh, check me out
I ain't never had shit, I hit the store and bought some tissue
I popped a Tec, a flagrant foul, the ref keep blowing on his whistle
Bitch, I'm back and better, four-
Point brought out the all-black Beretta
Free that two-block stepper, all my youngins always chase that cheddar
Free Lil Savage, he caught an attempt, somebody done went federal
Niggas know we run shit down in red bottoms and even Sketchers
I be gripping, I'm never slipping, you can test the water
Dive up in it, this bitch ain't shallow and that's on my daughter
They got money problems, I think they got a money disorder
Oh, that's your brother partner, we tryna rob him, we take the order
Now my music overseas, it made it across the border
I be slashing all my C's, big B's, it's P the Ruler
If you ain't doing this shit for P, then that flag, you better fold it
Yeah, you know I talk my shit like G9, I call halitosis
I told him walk it, the way he talk, your bitch gon' handle up
The way them Dracs come on the curb, I think G9 'nem coming up
We got dicks all on the Glocks, you know them jits gon' catch a nut
The way the dick hang out the Glock, she thought I was wanting a son
Don't carry a Joker face, that bitch so poker faced, we size him up
Rap Beezy told me nine, I got my area behind the truck
I'm out the window with it, you know IG9 don't give a fuck
Murda Don say, "Ayy, Lil Nine, let's fly," I'm coming off the jump
RugRat came with a twenty-seven, big fifth swung with a pump
Ratchet Red said his MAC-11 make bitches Forrest Gump
I won't never testify, I won't never go out like Thump
That nigga one deep when I batted, he testified, he told on something
That sixty-five, my dawg caught sixty-five, I'm hot, I'm tryna bump
I call her hot, that bitch that firecracker, Beijing gang on come
My niggas grinding like a skateboard, twenty-eight grind for nothing
You tryna take something, we take something, barbers, we edge you up
I'm talking rearrange your temp, check
The temp, man, that boy ain't on nothing
I got this limp just like a pimp, but
You know that I'm strapped with something
We got straps just like the dyke, but ain't none of us pussy pumping
Pump faking on the mink, shit gon' get your ass shot in public
And if my nigga hesitate, this on Bop, bitch, I'ma up it
I know Lil Bop flying like a dove
Mm, mhm
Stepping on shit that's from above
Mhm
Them fuck niggas know what it was
And still is
And if we catch that nigga lacking in the field, it's kill kill, hmm