Pressure ft. ZayyZayy Lyrics

Grrah-Grrah, grrah-grrah

Grrah-grrah, (Boom)

Grrah-grrah, (Ohhh)

Grrah-grrah, (Ohhh)

Boom, boom

Look, yeah i'm fed up all my niggas be toating barettas

Up in fashion no matter the weather

See a opp and we flockin' together, like

Ain't no let up, shoot em' up put some hole's in his sweater

Niggas not even down for the pressure

See a opp he gon' dance like he dexter

I be with them fetti niggas toating glocks

Bet those fourty niggas don't flock

I know that spongy nigga is a cop

And you know mori nem got shot

Got a red beam aiming at his top

(Got a read beam aiming at his top) Bo-bo, boom

Got a red beam aiming at ya top

Y'all say y'all balling but we know y'all not

Run up on me and i'm keeping a chop

I call up gang and we spinning ya block

Two words, spin blocks

You know it's fuck all the ops

Me and my brother we been through a lot

I made the call now they let off the shots

Remember them nights i was on the block, i seen all of the treeshes

but they cannot fuck with me-aa

(Yeah) I seen all of the treeshes

But they cannot fuck with me-aa

Look, yeah i'm fed up all my niggas be toating barettas

Up in fashion no matter the weather

See a opp and we flockin' together, like

Ain't no let up, shoot em' up put some hole's in his sweater

Niggas not even down for the pressure

See a opp he gon' dance like he dexter

I be with them fetti niggas toating glocks

Bet those fourty niggas don't flock

I know that spongy nigga is a cop

And you know mori nem got shot

Got a red beam aiming at his top

(Gang-gang-gang-gang) Uhhhhh, Where i'm from bodies drop all the time

So you won't catch no tear's in my eyes

I'ma angel but on demon time

I know you gon' run but you cannot hide

None of y'all niggas is valid outside

Y'all better go wear that disguise

I call up gang and they ready the ride (Gang-gang-gang)

Y'all niggas running that ain't no surprise

Y'all niggas really not down with the pressure

I call up gang and they down with whatever

Keep talking hot, you gon meet the baretta

You got caught lacking, you better do better

Y'all niggas pussy, it got me real fed up

Drip and designer no matter the weather (Gang)

Yeah, i call gang they killing whoever, yeah

Look, yeah i'm fed up all my niggas be toating barettas

Up in fashion no matter the weather

See a opp and we flockin' together, like

Ain't no let up, shoot em' up put some hole's in his sweater

Niggas not even down for the pressure

See a opp he gon' dance like he dexter

I be with them fetti niggas toating glocks

Bet those fourty niggas don't flock

I know that spongy nigga is a cop

And you know mori nem got shot

Got a red beam aiming at his top