BroGod Steph and SeanG - Pressure

(Yeah, wait)
(Wait)
(Wait)
(Wait)
(Wait a minute, hold on)
Humble brag
Like I'm drowning in a tub
I'm fresh to death (Mmm)
Plus I don't need to keep an iron
I still keep these niggas pressed (Pressed)
And your bitch she wanna cuff
l told her "Give that shit a rest" (A rest)
Before I get her on her stomach and then grip her by the neck
When I'm on the road better watch out (Woo)
I'm swerving
I'm bending your block now
I'll smoke you like Whitney and Bob Brown
I'm cooking so put your lil' pot down
So sick they should put me in lockdown
I'm worrying all of my opps now
And I don't even got to bring glocks out
I got to move smart, I'm a pops now
When my daughter gets older there's so much to teach her (Uh-huh)
Like don't trust no nigga that act like he need you (Unh-uh)
'Cuz if he needs you it won't be an act
And if he deceive you we doubling back (Uh-huh)
We are not fucking with that
Nah I promise that shit is a wrap
He acting crazy?
Trying to hurt my baby?
Fuck all that, show me his dad
Every verse I got hard
You would think it's King James
So when you gon' talk bars
Make sure you say my name
You pinheads aren't striking
You need to stay in your lane
'Cuz there'll be niggas in your lobby
Like you playing the game
I got bitches staring at me like they trying to place blame
Saying my name
I know it put their man to shame
Like how niggas you hate me
'Cuz your girlfriend think you lame?
Shawty know a nigga lit
She tryna fuel a nigga flame
Lil' bad bitch might need a leash and a cage
She got everything
All me like I'm Drake
I know she good at math 'cuz the way that she give brain
And maybe she just smart enough to help me explain
Why this shit ain't adding up
'Cuz your bitch want me bad as fuck
Yeah I got her scratching up
Just like a fucking addict does
You can have her
'Cuz I smash her
Then pass her, just when I'm done (Facts)
Never leave her with a bad feeling
Always in her guts
You niggas fold under pressure (Facts)
Niggas told under pressure (Facts)
Heart cold to the pressure
So I roll up the pressure
Dressed in all black
It's like "Who died?"
When I stepped outside
Never catching feelings
Rather catch some neck
Or catch a vibe

Rather go catch me a vibe (Vibe, uh-huh)
But I just been chilling and feeling myself all the time (Uh, yeah)
Feel like they wasting my time (Uh-huh)
These bitches and niggas, I swear that they really alike (Uh, uh, uh)
So "do not disturb" be my line
So don't even try
I gotta go ghost time to time (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty keep banging my line
Trying to fuck all the time (Yeah)
I feel like I'm still in my prime (Yeah)
We sending shots while you niggas receive 'em (Blaow)
I feel like a white man the way that I hold this gun (Bow)
Niggas still tripping off runtz and some damn rum
Shorty gon' hit me like she wanna fuck sum'
My rocky past all on my shoulders forever (Yeah, yeah)
But once I released it
Got bolder than ever (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nobody could say that I really do need 'em
I roll 'em up, smoke 'em, and that's how I weed 'em (Aye, aye, aye)
Open my third eye for you? Bitch you trippin'
I heard what you do and I don't want to witness (Nah)
You trying to get closer
I'm keeping my distance
You say you a dancer
But really be stripping
These bitches is liars
Especially in bed (What?)
With so many niggas
It's all in your head
It's all in your dreams
The things that she said
Cause shorty a munch
She be eating the dick (Uh)
Munch, Munch, Munch!
Shorty eat that dick up!
Shorty suck and swallow
Give a fuck if she gon' throw up! (Nah)
You need to knock before you walk in
'Cuz you might just throw up! (What the fuck is going on?)
You see your bitch on her knees
Now she gon' give it up

(What the fuck is this? Huh)
Damn, nigga that's crazy
You walk in and see your bitch right there and she giving up neck (Huh), what you gonna Do my nigga? (What the fu..)
You just came home from a long ass fucking... probably, what... 10, 12 hour shift or Some shit, you get home, and your wife is topping off the nigga... (You wanna know What I'm Finna do? Do you? You wanna know what I'm finna do?)
That's... that she said was just a friend, it's crazy (Look what I'm finna fucking do!)
Now you sick (Nah I ain't sick, nah)
Like Stan from South Park (Open up that closet, I got something for that ass!)

Written by:
Sean Bailey, Stephon Greaux

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