Lyrics
The pressure getting worse now
The pressure getting worse now
The pressure getting worse now
The pressure getting worse now
Do it with no hands
Do it with no hands
Do it with no hands
Do it with no hands
Make it clap like Ms Banks
Still ain't got milli on me
Still I'm in the hood street cred and these niggas know me
I got her ducking you would think she owe me
I call the boy a fan and tell him that you ain't the one and only
I'm feeling real nice, feeling real top tier
You know the only way the beef ends is tears
I don't like men that don't have beards
I don't like babes that stare it's weird
Take a picture it would last
I'm eating up the game and you bitches on a fast
I ain't thinking bout the past
I'm seeing 20/20 vision through the Cartier glass
Body too toned you can see it through the clothes
If you wanna gimme rose make sure that it's gold
Line blowing up gotta put you on hold
Niggas catting for me like a sold out show
Hottest in game, I blew the thermostat
Someone better than me I ain't heard of that
Before you ever get me imma get you back
I already saw you was a snake like I'm raven bax
Drop my first tape I still run it back
I need my nigga singing to me
when I play the tracks
Stay stuck to me like a tatt
Day ones rooting for me on the last lap
Put that thing in sport
Didn't come to talk
From south to west
To the east and north
Money came insured
Didn't break the law
Im representing for the people that still fall short
I been dodging and weaving
Love tryna get me but my heart still creeping
Baby I'm teasing only money or food when I say I need MEET-IN
WRITERS
Taylor Mayde, Shauna Yeboah
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sentric Music
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