pressure - cover

作曲：Rushy .

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Hoes man talking 'bout pressure, I'm full pressure

Still text on the trap line, give up some testers

Then back to my leisure

I got bro to the end, God that's my bredda (That's my bredda)

That's my bredda, general

I ain't got no gun but if I cop that, dots bury it like treasure (Ayy)

Born on the east side, could've been a daily offender, crazy stender

You might see me in west with the gardeners or see me with Ks like Aston Wengah

Big spender, four years a spender

Done all the spending, the spending stop

Think you're the man?

Come to the block, can't take out your chain when your ** get popped

No Opti Cart, milly rockin' my block

I hit so many shots in my blood

I sip my Henny, don't need the work

Got cash like Wonder, mad for the rock

Pressure, ain't been around for a while but it's calm

'Cause the crowd go mad when I enter

Still break down bricks like Jengo (Chop that, chop that)

No Opti Cart, milly rockin' my block

I hit so many shots in my blood

I sip my Henny, don't need the work

Got cash like Wonder, mad for the rock

Pressure, ain't been around for a while but it's calm

'Cause the crowd go mad when I enter

Still break down bricks like Jengo (Chop that, chop that)

Cats keep calling my phone, man leave me alone, I'm grinding

I woke up this morning smiling

Haters tryna bring me down, I don't know why (Ayy)

Brothers out here still in the fields, tryna keep it on the low

'Fore they did it on the slide

Step to the function, bottle of the henny in the crook

When I did it for the vibe

Push back and I did it with the guys

Done it with a green bro, done it with a rice

Done it with a text bro, done it with Rex

Sold everyone a dream and I did it with a lie

Little man knew the one to live this life

Outside was your kitchen knife

Two fiends get hot in the block and the ** goes left

All you need's advice

Hoes man talking 'bout pressure, I'm full pressure

Still text on the trap line, give up some testers

Then back to my leisure

I got bro to the end, God that's my bredda (That's my bredda)

That's my bredda, general

I ain't got no gun but if I cop that, dots bury it like treasure (Ayy)

Born on the east side, could've been a daily offender, crazy stender

You might see me in west with the gardeners or see me with Ks like Aston Wengah

Big spender, four years a spender

Done all the spending, the spending stop

Think you're the man?

Come to the block, can't take out your chain when your ** get popped

No Opti Cart, milly rockin' my block

I hit so many shots in my blood

I sip my Henny, don't need the work

Got cash like Wonder, mad for the rock

Pressure, ain't been around for a while but it's calm

'Cause the crowd go mad when I enter

Still break down bricks like Jengo (Chop that, chop that)