Pressure (feat. Kodak Black & YG) - Jeezy

The waves in my fade will make a bitch need a surfboard I ain't on the track like gds, crips, and vice lords Plus latin kings if ya bang throw yo rag up Whole clique flagged up, zone ghetto tags up Black car, white guts, you can call it oreo Gucci bring pies to yo door like he dominoes Soldier like Geronimo my house big as the pinnacle Used to trap at Texaco but now I'm finna buy the one Rims on my M, bitch a trim, wanna lay with him Slim with the tilted grill, flossin all the diamond gems Actually trapping got me counting cash rapidly Wheels spin backwardly, Bricksquad factory Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No All I know is click cock, hit pop I can't let this shit stop Just to see is everything, that's go help my shit pop Whoo da King, Whoo da Kid whatever you call me bitch But I'm not Alfamega never turn my back and turn snitch Red Maserati peanut butter seats will kidnap you Running day shit I call that my rotten apple I don't need no chauffeur I can drive that shit my fucking self Ooh my smoke my glock my bro I'm strapped in here with no seat belt And I move the punchlines I'm pimpin the track Ol cliffhanging nigga stop swinging on the sack What's that shit he said about homie run it back Track work studio so everything is crack Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No I don't got no brain no more my brain probably in lost and found If you find it give it to me I'll give you 800 thou Million worth of jewelry on, when now, right now Bling blaow, your out, kids see it's safe now Chopper size of you shower, rims bigger than your house When you see me girl smile, I stay for a lil while In the back with a strap and the clip don't crack 10 pounds of loud, 200 thou My dead homies could see me now I bet I make sun valley proud Bouldercrest my stomping ground Stand 10 toes down to stomp you down 40 glock you double pump you Fucking fuck ya Wacka trunk you Gucci Mane invisible mane I'm right man can't see me lame Rims so hot like stove top stuffing, lil pussy ass nigga... Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No

Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Blee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up a geek, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starving Monisha, Tamica, they vouching Before I had anything, I was saucing 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) Me and Future gang gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they filling up they nose I know my Levi got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the straw I don't even care about how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

Kodak Black I ain't been gettin' high Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly I notice, you think that you know shit All this shade that's coming at me, I wonder who throws it I got tunnel vision and these niggas out of focus Superduper sniper gang, don't get hit with the scope, kid, oh shit Otay, pray them niggas go away Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This went hella platinum, nigga it was just a throwaway My album so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking snow day Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters I got a selfie with Oprah, but I still ain't gonna post it And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06 I ain't cried since '01, they freed Lil Kodak, the kids back let's throw somethin You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though We gon' end on a high note I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I... (Oooooeeeeeee yeah) I could spot you from a hundred miles away, oh I can see you through my Jim Maui shades, aye When I pull up, I'm in a black Audi a8, aye Leave your man 'cause he ain't nothin' like me, babe I've been trying to get my blower 'cause I ain't never wanting to be linking up I don't ever wanna be doing features I stay far away from these people Said she love me, but I don't believe her Yeah I want you, but I don't need ya Even when I ain't lookin', I see ya You can't even see me, but I see ya I'm just chilling, smokin' reefer Dropping codeine in a liter I've got more stripes than a Zebra I'm a Gemini, she's a Libra Pulling stunts like Evil Kenevile Once I freak her, I'm gonna delete her I was just talking to Auntie Rita Told her "stay out here 'cause we need ya" aye aye I ain't stalking, but I see ya over there, yeah Yeah I'm watching 'cause this Sniper Gang for real, yeah Hit the Dentist, and I'll put diamonds in my grill, yeah Don't think I'm soft girl, I'm just showing you how I feel Aye, yeah yeah yeah, pulled up on a pill Aye, yeah yeah yeah, can see ya from over here Aye, yeah baby girl I can see you in a lift See you riding in a spliff I put VV's in your ear, aye I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh

Yeah Yo, yo Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (bad bitch) Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em, "Let's do Saks Fifth" Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (uh-huh) Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone Either love me or leave me alone Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (facts) And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade Got the MAC in the bag 'case a ho wan' play (what's up?) Put me next to any bitch, I'm a upgrade (uh-huh) Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (ooh) But good dick ain't better than a bankroll (bankroll) So a broke nigga better be thankful (thankful) A bust down might make me touch my ankles This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty I got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini Take my life before you take my bitch from me Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna love on you If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna fuck on you Can I suck on you? Don't call the doctor Don't call your mama Don't call the preacher No, I don't need it

I've been feeling at a loss Chasing after blessings and there always be a cost Zaxby's, Max be heat and the sauce Hathi Beats, Brad Specs, me, I'm the boss I'm like Joffrey Off with his head if it's my name that he talking I'm the only relevant peer in your roster On the offense and I'm getting good at blocking Numbers All you are to me is a telephone number When it rains and it pours, I'm the sound of the thunder Boogeyman that you hide away from down under I'm sick of you bitches Punking out on me and you asking for assistance Getting petty whenever you met with resistance Bet you'd suck my dick to get off of my shitlist Woke up in the morning to the pressure Went to bed at night to the pressure Every day and night there will be a lesson to it But I'm stuck with the sex, weed and pressure, yessir Twenty five lighters on my dresser, yessir I could never fold, no, never under pressure I've been rocking size 14's since I was fourteen What that mean I was born to be a big stepper Go and check the ledger Best under twenty five, top five, I could die today And I would still be the best alive What that mean, it's a DOA They obey, she obey, anyway Don't owe you shit remember that lil mama You was talking bullshit, you was starting all the drama Homie named Kuzco, he keep him a llama If you ain't with me cut you out like a barber Trimming off the fat like a butcher butcher Got a bunch of plans in the cooker cooking Get my homies out of central booking now Petty weed crimes, why you hold him down Ten toes down, that's how I'll stay And heat coming b like the mid of May And all my homies talking real estate And I turn her ass red like Young M.A Do you fold, do you bend, or do you break And when you under pressure do you give or do you take And I ain't chilling with no damn snakes Chilling in that fire, I be dancing with Diablo They treat me like I'm famous now Where the drugs, n**** where the models See me with this white girl, they gonna move like they Iago So I dodge the potholes Can't end up like Pac though, bullets in a Tahoe Woke up in the morning to the pressure Went to bed at night to the pressure Every day and night there will be a lesson to it But I'm stuck with the sex, weed and pressure, yessir Everybody giving me a deadline Wonder when my life gonna hit mine Every day and night, you wanna throw a lick on me But that's history cause I can't feel You Anything they say, say it to my face Anything they say, say it to my face Anything they say, say it to my face

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK