Pressure ft. FNF Chop Lyrics

Turn up the beat Imma turn up the streets

Turnt up the heat and Im still in the kitchen

I cant retreat Imma do it a lil different

Made up my mind I done made it my mission

I gotta hit it I cant go for missing

I cant go for nothing I just gotta get it

She all on me cause she knowin Im winnin

& loving the way I be standin on business

Imma real artist dese words like graffiti

She look at me like she just wanna eat me

Write in the air and its like you can see it

Im playing it fair the streets really need me

I got what you need if you need to get feeded

I put the P in the power of the people

Im passing out Ps like a mafuckin teacher

Its power in my words like Im up in here preaching

Been going dumb now Im bout to go dumber

Im trynna go up and take over a summer

You want you a winner bih I been a wonner

I dont gotta shoot now I bought me a gunner

I cant rock witcha you look a lil chatty

Loose at the lips you gone give up the status

Bringing em in we gone break em and bag em

Aint too much shit we cant say we aint having

Straight out the hood gotta crazy lil baddy

Pullin out weapons like inspector gadget

I cant love you if you dont love me more

I gotta know its fa sho we a go

Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving

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Bust down my neck trying to blind em with diamonds

They like how Im shining they hitting

I spent a hundred on jewelry

If Im lying then Im flying and I cant tell the time on my wrist

Rocking all type of designer Im fly as a pilot

They watching they like how I drip

Up with the stick get the wilding

This bitch get the growling it quiet it came with a kit (HUH)

She fell in love with a gangster

She fell in love with a stepper

Im in the streets eating up the beef

How you gone thug with no weapon

Bust down my teeth diamonds OD

These bitches hate when I texted them

She want a seed then I make her eat

I send her home in a Tesla

I drop a eight of the drank in a sprite

Trying to fill that bitch up till it pour over

Don't get in my car bitch I don't got a license

Police get behind me I wont pull over

I done drunk all the juice and done smoke all my weed

Gotta go to the store get some more soda

Imma shoot off his face so his family cant recognize him

Only know cause the morgue told them

Diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving

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