27zodeine - Pressure Lyrics

I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
Skuwop, skuwop, skuwop, skuwop
Lil nigga I’m built for it, you not
And I’m finna go cash out on 2 opps
2 opps
Burn up the booth, I’m a arson
Ballin too hard, put my jersey on auction
Get ya lil bitch, she say you got her starvin
Street fashion nigga, I’ll never wear cardigan
Pipe down
Gotta watch all the fu and the sheist now
If you owe me, no time limit, right now
Found me in his ho phone tryna fight now
She won’t leave me alone, pass her to my cousin
Loyalty over love, they don’t really love you
If I tell you I love you, I really love you
I’m all in, can’t put no one else above me
Cause if I do that then we gone be struggling
Gone give it my all, nothing into something
Won’t change up bout money, we all gone stunt it
If I need the pack then the plug”ll front it
None of you hoes don’t excite me
None of you hoes don’t excite me
Fuck on da first night no wifey
I’m jus doin my thang, they don’t like it
I swear I was chosen
All in her head like some ibruprofen
Be ya self why tf is you posing
Gotta prevail, never losin focus
I really ain’t even gotta catch up
Nigga why you lying, get ya checks up
Soul train ass nigga you a extra. Uh uh
Livin my best life, don’t gotta think twice
Shorty you ain’t even gotta check up
Won’t aim for ya leg, from the neck up
You mustard, I bet you can’t ketchup
Nigga flodging
Get him wet up
These bitches plottin, jus for a dollar, get ya set up
I popped my collar, im on my shit, couldn’t ask for better
17, fly young nigga and chasing cheddar
Ain’t what it seem, turn 18, go cop beretta
The only way up, big 27, this our era
Two7
Had to double back on a new level
Im poppin right now, I’m the new elvis
You can’t hit my dope, bitch im too selfish
In here feelin like keed, I got money fetish
Jus tryna find ways, take over the game
Most these niggas lame damn what a shame
When you shootin, better not miss ya aim
17, goin hard in da paint
Im jus sliding in the maxima
99, yea I’m taxin ya
Move in silence, im still actin up
We smokin star pack
Bet you never ever heard of that
Worried bout me, nigga get ya racks
Ain’t goin back, thought I told you that
360 hoes like Vince in the six
Take it disrespectful, if you step on my kicks
These grown hoes finna want all my kids
Really been that nigga since a lil jit
Still be ballin on em all the through the hate
I found a play, gotta go all the way
I told my people that I got em, we straight
I really hang wit gorillas and apes

I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
I’m back on my bullshit again
Skuwop, skuwop, skuwop, skuwop
Lil nigga I’m built for it, you not
And I’m finna go cash out on 2 opps
2 opps
Burn up the booth, I’m a arson
Ballin too hard, put my jersey on auction
Get ya lil bitch, she say you got her starvin
Street fashion nigga, I’ll never wear cardigan
Pipe down
Gotta watch all the fu and the sheist now
If you owe me, no time limit, right now
Found me in his ho phone tryna fight now
She won’t leave me alone, pass her to my cousin
Loyalty over love, they don’t really love you
If I tell you I love you, I really love you
I’m all in, can’t put no one else above me
Cause if I do that then we gone be struggling
Gone give it my all, nothing into something
Won’t change up bout money, we all gone stunt it
If I need the pack then the plug”ll front it
None of you hoes don’t excite me
None of you hoes don’t excite me
Fuck on da first night no wifey
I’m jus doin my thang, they don’t like it
I swear I was chosen
All in her head like some ibruprofen
Be ya self why tf is you posing
Gotta prevail, never losin focus
I really ain’t even gotta catch up
Nigga why you lying, get ya checks up
Soul train ass nigga you a extra. Uh uh
Livin my best life, don’t gotta think twice
Shorty you ain’t even gotta check up
Won’t aim for ya leg, from the neck up
You mustard, I bet you can’t ketchup
Nigga flodging
Get him wet up
These bitches plottin, jus for a dollar, get ya set up
I popped my collar, im on my shit, couldn’t ask for better
17, fly young nigga and chasing cheddar
Ain’t what it seem, turn 18, go cop beretta
The only way up, big 27, this our era
Two7
Had to double back on a new level
Im poppin right now, I’m the new elvis
You can’t hit my dope, bitch im too selfish
In here feelin like keed, I got money fetish
Jus tryna find ways, take over the game
Most these niggas lame damn what a shame
When you shootin, better not miss ya aim
17, goin hard in da paint
Im jus sliding in the maxima
99, yea I’m taxin ya
Move in silence, im still actin up
We smokin star pack
Bet you never ever heard of that
Worried bout me, nigga get ya racks
Ain’t goin back, thought I told you that
360 hoes like Vince in the six
Take it disrespectful, if you step on my kicks
These grown hoes finna want all my kids
Really been that nigga since a lil jit
Still be ballin on em all the through the hate
I found a play, gotta go all the way
I told my people that I got em, we straight
I really hang wit gorillas and apes