Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vocals
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Composer
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Vincent Staples
Composer
Quincy Hanley
Composer
Jason “J.Lbs” Pounds
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Terrace Martin
Co-Producer
J.LBS
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[PreChorus]
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
DJ playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it
[Chorus]
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I love you, baby
Load it up and sneak it in the club for you, baby
Never fuck chances, spend all night dancin' (Yeah)
Once a **** trippin' or shunting, I'm splashin'
Ain't it romantic just like the movies?
I'm really, like really, my say so like homie (Oh yeah)
I shine the light on the world for you (Dead homies)
Nothin' all them other bitches said is true
I don't be up in the mix, dead homies
I ain't never fucked that bitch, dead homies
I ain't lyin' on my dick, dead homies
They only hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, dead homies
Yeah, fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
Yeah, they love me, you love me now?
Let me hold you down (Dead homies)
[PreChorus]
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
DJ playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
[Chorus]
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, uh-huh)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure, uh, uh, uh)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, woah, damn)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure, pressure), yeah, yeah (Aye, aye)
[Verse 2]
Lil' homie with a lick read (Uh)
Can't lie, I had a bad week (Don't tell)
Please, mama, put it on me (Oh yeah)
A lil' trauma, need pleasing (Uh-huh)
The caterpillar had to grow wings (Yeah)
She blew a kiss on it, no teeth
Hmm, yeah, let's see, ****
Gold chain, it's an African thing
Pocket of stones from the pressure we on
Window to wall, let me take off my draws
Try spend it all, but I'm too up to fall, ****
Uh-huh, wake up to ball
Lame-ass **** still shop at the mall
Cheat code WAP, only fuck with the freaks
Check ain't clear, so I went back to sleep
****, push-start on it 'cause they all got the Z's
Too many cribs, shit, I'm too hard to reach
Might buy the hood, gettin' street after street
Nineteen cars, puttin' fleet after fleet
****, uh (Yeah), look up to me (Damn)
Stars on the roof, I just woke up to dreams (Mm-hmm)
Rolex dummy, I don't like those Philippes (Uh-huh)
Oh Lord, girl, that pussy for keeps
[PreChorus]
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
DJ playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
[Chorus]
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah (****, I'm a gangster)
[Outro]
Damn, wasn't nothing like the ghetto parties
That shit was dangerous and fun 'cause every hood be up in there
Shit, you can meet you some fine-ass freaks, you can get your ass beat
Make a choice, see what I mean?
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Jason Pounds, Quincy Hanley, Terrace Martin, Vincent Staples