Zphini - Pressure

Ar 15 and it came wit extensions
How you the plug but you shoppin for pac?
Lil nigga always cryin in my mentions
Pick up a zip and i run like its track
Pick up a lil shawdy for the weekend
She got a fat ass she gon throw that shit back
Feeling like steve jobs wit the mac
Finessing the work ima head to the sack
Tell me is it working
I swear my bitch look better in person
That girl is a thot she ain’t worth it
She look good but i know she ain’t perfect
That boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit now
How he a plug he ain’t pushing pounds?
Tech nine and it came wit a scope
Down bad i ain’t have no hope
He ain’t dead we gon click at his folks
Creep in his yard while nobody home
762. give him a new home
Dimmadale he get hit in his dome
Where were you when i was alone?
Ooo ooo
I was down bad
White plug in my phone keep saying rad
I never get skipped i am not an ad
I won’t drive you home bitch call a cab
This ar 15 we gon split his ass
Then call his bitch over and split her ass
Heard the ops looking for me i gotta dash
Oooo skrt skrt
Hop in the foreign get to wildin
She had to go she too childish
Good luck trying to find him
He purp in my mentions them vultures gonna have to find him
Why you doing all that lying?
Where were you nigga when i was down bad crying?
No one standing right behind me
Had to hop off the porch mama i’m trying
Ar 15 and it came wit extensions
How you the plug but you shoppin for pac?
Lil nigga always cryin in my mentions
Pick up a zip and i run like its track
Pick up a lil shawdy for the weekend
She got a fat ass she gon throw that shit back
Feeling like steve jobs wit the mac
Finessing the work ima head to the sack
Tell me is it working
I swear my bitch look better in person
That girl is a thot she ain’t worth it
She look good but i know she ain’t perfect
That boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit now
I swear this shit not working
Fuck a bitch then i’m on to the next
Feeling like there ain’t no purpose
Why talk if it ain’t for a check?
These niggas think i’m hurting
But them niggas really upset
You know i’m up next ooo
Yo bitch is a chef ooo
I walk around wit a limp cause i got that stick on me ooo
Is this yo bitch all in my phone asking for flicks? ooo
Hit the plug i think we gon need some more zips ooo
We get to shooting like the warriors we ain’t gon miss ooo
Feds ask me and i’m pleading the 5th
Shoutout my homies that’s here from beginning
I swear we got perfect aim how in gods name did we miss him?
I gave her a molly now this bitch bouncing off the ceiling
Glock wit a knife pull up to your party duel wielding
Oh was that yo homie? i think i saw him in the trash bin
Don’t matter where i am gotta go when i hear them sirens
Nigga must be nemo cuz they gonna have to find him
Everywhere i go slide wit a reaper and it is not grim
I just wanna let you know
If i said i love then i have to go
I was tweaking geeking off of one of those
Guess that’s what i get for fucking wit these hoes
Ar 15 and it came wit extensions
How you the plug but you shoppin for pac?
Lil nigga always cryin in my mentions
Pick up a zip and i run like its track
Pick up a lil shawdy for the weekend
She got a fat ass she gon throw that shit back
Feeling like steve jobs wit the mac
Finessing the work ima head to the sack
Tell me is it working
I swear my bitch look better in person
That girl is a thot she ain’t worth it
She look good but i know she ain’t perfect
That boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit now

Written by:
Zphini B

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