Miro Dinero - Pressure

I swear I cannot fold under pressure
My new glock it came wit a suppressor
He a opp he get buried like treasure
These niggas gon chat if you let 'em
They pussy, man you know I keep a Beretta
That lil' bitch be fiendin'
I block and delete that bitch number man I had to dead her
I done went to a whole nother level
Imma send em to hell, I'm the devil
Shoot a slug in the side of his temple
I know most of my niggas remember
Them late nights it was cold like December
But we in the field tryna serve up them extras
Niggas always tryna trip over bitches
Lil' nigga I'm just tryna get to the cheddar
(Gang gang gang)

Yea, what's up right now, shorty on me wanna fuck right now
Sippin' out the double-cup right now
Shawty want me 'cause a nigga got clout
I'mma pull up and air it out
You hidin'? We know where you campin' out
That sack on a nigga like Santa now
Like Danny, pull up in a Phantom now
I take your bitch and I go run scandal
Got so much money, don't know how to handle
I play the game like it's a piano
My choppa singin' like it's a Soprano
And my shawty don't spend a dollar on me
I'm still walkin' 'round with that choppa on me
I'm shootin' some shots out the Glock 23
My Louis V. jeans, they stuffed with the green, aye

I swear I cannot fold under pressure
My new glock it came wit a suppressor
He a opp he get buried like treasure
These niggas gon chat if you let 'em
They pussy, man you know I keep a baretta
That lil' bitch be fiendin'
I block and delete that bitch number man I had to dead her
I done went to a whole nother level
Imma send em to hell, I'm the devil
Shoot a slug in the side of his temple
I know most of my niggas remember
Them late nights it was cold like December
But we in the field tryna serve up them extras
Niggas always tryna trip over bitches
Lil' nigga I'm just tryna get to the cheddar
(Gang gang gang)

Written by:
Amir Dina

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