Pressure 2.0 (feat. Dmoe21)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (MIA JAY C, on gang)

Yeah (Yeah, on gang), ooh, on gang, yeah, on gang, yeah, brr (Brr)

Ayy, them fuck **** under that pressure, **** (They under that pressure, ****)

Fuck **** under that pressure, **** (Ayy, Danni Mob, MIA JAY C)

Uh, uh, yep, on gang (Brr, on gang)

Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh

Bitch, I'm Danni Mob (I'm Danni Mob), uh, y'all know how we steppin', uh (Yep)

We be them **** that put **** under that pressure (Brr)

Thirty shots in this blicker (Brr), uh, ****, put that vest up (That vest up)

**** be in they feelings, we've been winnin' and they can't catch up (Catch up)

But we don't wanna talk (Nope), nah, not at all (at all)

I don't give a fuck what you thought, ****, we is not involved, uh

Pussy, you ain't one of them ****, we don't know you at all

He talkin' like he with it, but really he ain't gonna blow at all, uh

**** keep on dissin' like bronem won't shoot 'em all

It's best to keep bronem out your mouth 'fore we shoot it off, uh (Brr)

7.62s in that chop, uh (Brr), gon' clear it all (On gang)

We hit the mall (Yep), buy it all, fuck what it cost (Yep)

And for Black Man, we throw Bs up, for Lil Tim, we gon' ball, uh

Hood legends in these streets, they livin' through us all (Livin' through us all)

Rest in peace my **** Freak, damn, I miss my dog, uh (Damn, I miss my dog)

It's fuck the opps, ain't nobody missing y'all

Ayy, it's pressure (Ayy, it's pressure)

Yeah them fuck **** under that pressure (They under that pressure)

**** disrespect the Mob, then he can get put on a stretcher

Ayy, it's pressure (Brr)

Yeah, I don't give a fuck what they yellin' (Fuck they yellin')

Pull up on a fuck **** block, hit him up, I don't care what he sellin' (On gang, brr)

Ayy, it's pressure (Pressure)

It's pressure (Pressure), these fuck **** don't want pressure (Brr)

Ain't got no big homie, who the fuck gon' give me a lecture? (Uh-uh)

If we spinnin', then we spinnin', nothin' more, nothin' extra (Bitch)

If you get up in that way, we just gon' add you to that stretcher (Uh-huh)

For Danni, we fuckin' up Bs up, for Black Man, fuck the law (Fuck 12)

For real, them six can't touch the 6, if they do, we gon' knock them off (Bitch)

For bro, if I see a G with his bitch, I'm still gon' toss (Brr)

I heard that **** got left up on the loot, he must've got lost

I bet that wasn't part of the plan

Should've came back for your boy, we would've left you with your mans (On bro)

We be smokin' on the opps and turn they bitches into fans (On bro)

That **** say I'm what? That lil' boy must be high off Xans (Bitch)

If I up this Glock, then I'm gon' blam

Brand new thirty, it better not jam (Uh-uh)

Got bro with me, he got a FN (Uh-huh)

He gon' blow like he swingin' a fan

Nah, he gon' blow like there's somethin' in your eye

Hit that top, send him to the sky

Fill his ass up, make sure he die (Bitch)

We them ****, I wouldn't lie

Wanna hit the T? Ayy, just try

Your boys won't do it, they know why

If they do, they gon' die

We got .40s and .45s (Bitch)

Got a couple .9s, beams inside (Bitch)

Got Dracos, taller side (Bitch)

Got big MACs, ain't no fries

You want smoke? Then just try, bitch (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Ayy, it's pressure (Ayy, it's pressure)

Yeah them fuck **** under that pressure (They under that pressure)

**** disrespect the Mob, then he can get put on a stretcher

Ayy, it's pressure (Pressure, brr)

Yeah, I don't give a fuck what they yellin' (Fuck they yellin')

Pull up on a fuck **** block, hit him up, I don't care what he sellin' (On gang, brr)

Ayy, it's pressure

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch)

Yeah, on gang, yep