4L Del - Pressure

Damn we got another one
Aye
Del
Bitch we back again I ain't go no where I was just in the cut
I told y'all this before that I'm back on that still don't give a fuck
Talking to my dawg about the shit we did when we was young
Telling me he got my back forever we gone get it done
My doggie off the leash I send em at you he gon buss ya ass
Once again I drop another bag I still got plenty cash
Dead homie dig that nigga up his ass got toe tag
Put that red beam right on his back we playing laser tag

My opps ain't never did a crime before my boys they slide for real
Play with me one time we ona way and you gone die for real
Niggas on my dick asking a hoe do del be piping still
Just know he stay on go you play with him he got that pipe in steel
Dead man if he cross that line then it's a man down
Heavy bands in my g star jeans they pull my pants down
Gunna man we can bang it out we laid his man's down
Don't approach me on no stupid shit back up and put yo hands down
Walking thru the hood with that big bitch on me that's big momma
Stepping on they neck treat them like lil niggas they fucking toddlers
Chillin in yo hood I'm coming back and we can get it popping
Talking bout me but they ain't gon touch me hear that choppy choppin
All my niggas they gon kill for real you don't want war with us
Niggas in the land die everyday this shit ain't new to us
You bitch made you a lil nigga you can't get up with us
Brodie showed me 10 bands ona phone you can't get up with us
Pop yo shit you get popped bitch with a big gat
Talk yo shit bullets ripping thru em push his shit back
Talk nigga with a 6 pack this 45 clap backs
Free twin out that fucking cell give me my brother back
Ima bad boy
Ghetto star
Hood baby
Same shit
Weird niggas all you niggas fraud yall On that snake shit
Loyalty means everything I swear I hate that fake shit
Say it's up one time we pulling up and we gone take shit

Bitch we back again I ain't go no where I was just in the cut
I told y'all this before that I'm back on that still don't give a fuck
Talking to my dawg about the shit we did when we was young
Telling me he got my back forever we gone get it done
My doggie off the leash I send em at you he gon buss ya ass
Once again I drop another bag I still got plenty cash
Dead homie dig that nigga up his ass got toe tag
Put that red beam right on his back we playing laser tag

He talk about the beef on Instagram one time it's over
I ain't tweaking with these fake thuggin ass niggas cus they bogus
If I get that call about one of my bruddas then it's over
I got cases pending on me as we speak and I ain't folding
Swear to god I be on go I keep telling y'all y'all don't want no problems
I was in the back seat out the window with that rocket popping
Brudda by my side he a real demon he like to get violent
Dissing on the dead it's gone get ugly cus somebody dying
Big racks I be blowing thru it still gone get it back
Big racks I be blowing thru it still gone get it back
Still gone get it back
I'm still gone get it back

Written by:
delmarr calhoun

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