DEVIN BOOKER ft. TDAWG Lyrics

Yea yea

I'm bringing that pressure

Let's go, let's go

Everytime

Tdawg lets go

What we doing

Apply that pressure

I'm bringing that pressure

Everytime

Everytime

My nigga shoot like Devin Booker know he can't be guarded bitch

Losing breathe he asthmatic sent him up to God real quick

My four pockets too full no wonder woman call me baby bitch

Came up from the mud I used to think I was a problem kid

My mama told me stay down till you come around

These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground

My mama told me stay down till you come around

These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground

Man who the fuck let niggas think it's chill to do the most (who)

Beefing bout a bitch I think that you must be the hoe eh

Niggas talking money aint got shit to even show (say word)

I'm grinding day and night I can't let up I can't go slow (come on)

Time waits for no man so is you in or out

It gets lonely at the top only the gang can come around (Apply Pressure)

Man this is what we do them boys they keep on losing eh

This aint nothing new so show them how we do it eh

I get on the record and you know I set it straight eh

I been bagging all these hoes we skip them dinner dates

Cause imma fuck her on the spot don't care if I come in late

I'm that nigga ask lil mama she know that anyways

My nigga I ain't tryna chit chat

We tryna get them big racks

We tryna get that Audemaur

Diamonds hitting wall to wall

Ain't fucking bitches raw dawg

I got the head I'm gone dawg

I been focused on this paper I been moving like a boss dawg

My nigga shoot like Devin Booker know he can't be guarded bitch

Losing breathe he asthmatic sent him up to God real quick

My four pockets too full no wonder woman call me baby bitch

Came up from the mud I used to think I was a problem kid

My mama told me stay down till you come around

These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground

My mama told me stay down till you come around

These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground

Bitch, bitch

You want pull got them hollows

Got your baby mama she wan' fuck me for some Prada

Rolling up, we smoking on his ashes like some rastas

Go ahead I call up Deo man that boy my shotta

Back to back to back, my rarri's filled with bands now

She wan' pull up on the kid I leave 'em, man, down

If you pull up on the block then that's a man down

Catch a Mac round bitch you gone get shot down

I say, I say

Man them perkys make me elevate

Got your grandma she wan' give me face

Big ol' race when we in the place

I got VVS on my Rolex man they in my face

Me and Hyze damn we dipping low

Go ahead I catch 'em flip a brick I'm out the smoke

Mollys, xannies, weed

You know i'm really Al Capone

Got your baby mama and your kids she blowing up my phone

My nigga shoot like Devin Booker know he can't be guarded bitch

Losing breathe he asthmatic sent him up to God real quick

My four pockets too full no wonder woman call me baby bitch

Came up from the mud I used to think I was a problem kid

My mama told me stay down till you come around

These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground

My mama told me stay down till you come around

These niggas they won't love you when you hit the ground (nah nah)