FalseCris & 777villain - pressure

(Ghost where are we)
Yea this pistol pack-a-punch
I up the Glock and Mike Tyson him
VV' on my wrist with all this drip could fight Poseidon (huh)
I fucked the bitch and dipped cause she is don't get me excited
I can tell he pussy (huh)
You don't gotta hide it
All my niggas sliding bout the violence
I'm speeding down the freeway I went 50 in that v8 with no license
We know you ain't bout it just be quiet
(huh)
Talk behind a screen lil boy you better go stay quiet
G63 go fast swerve to lanes you know it flying
Talk behind my back , smoke an opp , yea we rolling pack
All these labels blind signing rappers , yea they really trash
ARP it flick , with that flash , that lil boy he blind
Just stay out the way , out the mix , dont get out of line
Yea we toting sticks (huh)
Yea we toting glicks (huh)
All my shooters steppin
(huh , huh)
You ain't with that pressure
And with that pressure Choppa flip a nigga back
All this bag chasing , pour some Wockhardt and relax
Different color bills stuff it in my louie bag
These bitches see the money now they started coming back
That bitch see the rack and she double back ass fat
Got a bubble back took a bubble bath with that slut
I get cheese , I can spend some racks on that slut
New AMG feed you dust
Your bitch eats me dawn to dust
That hoe she a groupie take her back and we go film a movie
Why you trippin bro ?
I don't want the (huh) she got cooties
That lil hoe she moody (huh)
With a big ol booty
(huh , huh , huh)
You ain't with that pressure
And with that pressure Choppa flip a nigga back
All this bag chasing , pour some Wockhardt and relax
Different color bills stuff it in my Louie bag
These bitches see the money now they started coming back

Written by:
Cristian Posso, Shaheed Galvin

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