Pressure
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Man, when these niggas get under pressure, they will snitch on you
I don't give a fuck if you've been knowing these niggas all your
Life, y'all grew up, that shit don't mean shit, niggas ain't real man
These niggas screaming all that real shit
But under pressure niggas fold, you niggas some hoes
You niggas screaming all that killer shit
But under pressure niggas fold, you niggas some hoes
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
Oh we know you told, you done sold your soul
Working with the devil for that pot of gold
Say you on parole, got 'em for the low
I should have my lil nigga come through and kick your door
You the type to tell cause you scared as hell
That I used to have a chopper on me and a scale
See I got a couple partners waiting on their bail
That I knock the meat up out your taco with these shells
See we ain't on that ho shit, tell 'em we don't know shit
Your name all up in that paperwork, you couldn't hold it
See these niggas just like lawn chairs, they just keep on folding
Keep talking how them niggas hit you up and keep on rolling
These niggas screaming all that real shit
But under pressure niggas fold, you niggas some hoes
You niggas screaming all that killer shit
But under pressure niggas fold, you niggas some hoes
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
Word around town you doing a whole lotta talking
Nigga you ain't heard? You gon' wake up in a coffin
Word around town you doing a whole lotta snitching
Nigga you ain't heard? You gon' wake up in one of them ditches
Leave 'em missing in the river, we call it sending them fishing
Got a couple dirty bitches in my kitchen doing dishes
Make a couple hundred thou', leave a lil bit for my Mrs
Tell that bitch don't do no talking, you just sit back and just listen
I can show you how to get that bag and show you how to flip it
Pay attention to the game, they'll die for the way we living
You can't even have a nigga around on a mission
Niggas snitching on they own, got to stay up out of prison
These niggas screaming all that real shit
But under pressure niggas fold, you niggas some hoes
You niggas screaming all that killer shit
But under pressure niggas fold, you niggas some hoes
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
You the type to tell something, tell something
I'm telling you man, you gotta watch these niggas man
I'm telling you bruh, they ain't who they say they is
Or who they claim to be
You gotta trust yourself man
You wanna do anything, get something done, just do it yourself
Fuck a nigga, he talk too much
It's so simple
Stop snitching, stop lying, stop being a bitch out there man
All you gotta do is stay in your lane
DJ Black, Juicy J
Rules of the game is simple baby
Fix your face my nigga if you don't know what I'm talking about