Yung Leek & E-Z Duzit - No Pressure

I'm like a station with this gas
A bank with this cash
A robber with no mask
Don't get flashy with yo bag
Niggas lame they just cap
This a laser lets play tag
She a bitch with no ass, nigga
I could never smash
This a Mazda not a jag
This a wood not a grab
He my son I'm his dad
Take a perk gotta blast
Coming back just relax
Hol' up where I'm at
With the demons and racks
Eating good I'm eating crab
I'm addictive call me crack
This ain't tec this is act
This ain't mid this is gas
This exotic not that grass
I'm a goat not a rat
You a pussy you a cat
Fuck a hating nigga I can see these niggas mad
Wait...
Feel like I could get this in one take
If money grow on trees it's not a chore for me to rake
Pops would love to hear me that back in the 11th grade
Early on a Saturday her ass raised I got my cake up
Fish in the sea she make me wanna put my bait up
Nasty girl want her face beat with no make-up
Pretty Pink when I'm feeling blue, it make me wake up
Want the bishop don juan that's the green
YY4L bitch that's the team
Wide awake making it happen give a fuck about a dream
Always tell me I'm a dick but wanna come and bounce on me
Said she a leo pounce on me but i'ma pin you down
Like merry-go's I spin you round so many rounds my name announced
To everybody in the crowd I'm well endowed
I'm in the clouds not on the couch
I bless her... I don't stress her
She give me knowledge no professor
She get dressed then I undress her
I need ya brain without the lecture
I need the face without the make-up
I need a cut not a shapeup
I wanna fuck without the lay up
I wanna blow without the change up
This a glock not a 9
This a dub not a dime
She a lemon not a lime
If I cheat it's not a crime
Blew ha back I took ha spine
She so fine I call ha wine
Smoking on this nigga gas it's cherry pie
No Pressure
All about my cheese like I'm chester
Never been a rat
Just a cool cat
But if you something like a rat
Then we gotta set the trap
Yeah you thought you was ahead I think it's time I set you back
Just set the time you could get whacked
If you fuck off you could get jacked
Yo bitch gon Jill she gon fap
To all these records while I snap
And lead my people to these racks
We built this shit we take it back
And everything I say is facts
You niggas can't be where I'm at

Written by:
Ezra Dortch, Lerric Boyd Jr

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