Baby Velle - Pressure, Pt. 2 (feat. WLTHY)

Chilling in this bitch, trying to find the opps
Two sticks with a pole turn his fro to locs
Riding in a skat with big bs and a watch
Seen his ass lurking so we made him spin the drop
Yea we caught em on that block
Skid up in some haz mask hunting opps
Sister want to fuck so you know we got that drop
Turn his ass to danny he a phantom ghosting opps
T why you lying we ain't got no opps these niggas be some fans
Big drac scrapping niggas why you think we shooting hands
Couldn't get a hold of bro so we finna get his mans
Thinking wit his dick we caught that nigga lacking with no pants
Gave bro the head nod now he don't exist
Whole lot of opps in this wood bro I'm finna meet with them
Head in that bible cause he know i always sin
You clocking shifts everyday I'm chasing pape getting rich
With my nigga wealthy you know we sticked up
Know it's in his name got pape coming in a bunch
Thinking that he hard four leaf clover test yo luck
Never been too stingy fast break throw it up
Bitch we balling like the bucks
I can see the hoe in niggas through these clear ass buffs
He a real bitch them fake ass bodies get you touched
Money counter keep on jamming use that pape for lunch
Trx got a punch
We downtown in the city with switches in the trunk
Dogie feigning tryna mix the wock with the punch
Feins knocking at the door like it's the walking dead
Getting money shit kinda easy working nine to bed
308s got these niggas running like Smokey and Craig
Got to stop dropping all these niggas all I see is red

Written by:
Lavelle Crosby

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