PRESSURE

(Hi Kevin)

Trench-coat, huh, huh, yeah, aye, yeah

Okay, under pressure, mama, there go the kid

**** like me cannot fuck on no bitch

Black tat, black fit, shit

Rented cars, scammin' card flips

Kick a **** ass, aw shit

Bitches talkin' shit, nonsense

Fake shit all up in my conscience

**** stumble, crumble like a Ritz

Blade cut, slash a bitch hips

Smoke a **** like a fuckin' ash

Two twins, Mary-Kate, Ash

Two dicks up a bitch's ass

My dick, my Glock, girl

That's what I mean by that

Give you diamonds, give you fuckin' pearls

Two steps and then we fuckin' twirl

Swindle my fingers through your curls

Baby girl, you my fuckin' world

You can leave 'cause you comin' back

I don't need you, bitch, get back

Put the money in the duffel bag

Off-White till it's off white

Need the cheese, lemme take a bite

Got the rocket, lemme take a flight

(If you do decide to leave)

(You will not be allowed access back on board)

(And parachutes are not included)

Fettuccine on my fuckin' plate

Gettin' money like Bill Gates

Girl caught it for a soft mink

Mix that lean with the soft drink

Gold chains, cuban heart link

****, what you talkin'? What you think?

Big banks hate little banks

Drippin' like the Poland water Spring

Diamonds ice-cold, pinky ring

****' bitches use Maybelline

You a queen, bitch, I'm a king

Okay, under pressure, mama, there go the kid

**** like me cannot fuck on no bitch

Black tat, black fit, shit

Rented cars, scammin' card flips

Kick a **** ass, aw shit

Bitches talkin' shit, nonsense

Fake shit all up in my conscience

**** stumble, crumble like a Ritz