K.W.A Pj - No Pressure (feat. QD 27)

Yea
K.W.A (Kings With Attitude) TBE
Live forever imma die for something
Livin so backwards, you gon die frontin'
Act like you hard, say you came from nothing
Hate on the next man, stop fussin'
Got all dese straps but ya ain't bussem
Qua tell me why dese bitch ass boys keep frontin'
Ion een know why dese li niggas fronting
Niggas be talking like they up to something
Thuggin so hard, they think i'm from compton
Nigga gotta big ass stick, get to bumping
Nigga be talking like they really coming
Aye, up in the booth i'm bieng honest
Yea, none of these niggas ian trusting
Yo bitch, just wanna fuck she lustin'
No mickey'ds, but she call me mcluvin
Niggas be talking like they gonna touch me
Aye
I got the bag, the duffle no cheese but i got the ruffles
These niggas they, just wanna scuffle
Run up on me imma bust you
Now I'm off papers it's back to the block
Most of the boys really just some cops
To be real, i got family up in compton
I be turning nothing into something
KWA stand with TBE
Had to get li qua on the beat
Don't forget i came from OTT fingers crossed forever that's on me
Gotta shout out big home big scheme
You hop out the street they sell you a dream
Remember back then, had a glock with a beam
Young nigga in and out the scene
Young nigga smokin the broccli
These niggas really, they just wanna copy me
These niggas tryna copy with everything that they see
Young nigga really be carrying the heat
You can get hit with these 223's
Young nigga pop a perc go to sleep
Look at li shawty she just wanna eat, eat up the dick
I'm just tryna get moeny get rich
Nigga just tote on the stick, run up on me you get hit
Nigga be talking, like they really lit
Already know i'm the shit
Young nigga come from the bottom
Look at li shawty she built like a bottle
Got her on the run way, she think she a model
I'm sipping on the lean, out the bottle no toddler
Shorty ask me why you so friendly
She playing it close, like she really loyal
Baby girl i know that you plotting
Mama told me these women gon cross me
Mama i can't let em play me like a fool
I'm chasing the bread and fuck all my enemies
A lot of my enemies, they been some ken to me
Bitch ain no getting back cool, ain no frenemies

Written by:
Psalm Bryson

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