Under Pressure lyrics

[Chorus]
Leave a n*gga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
f*ck a b*tch I don't need her I need extras
These n*ggas ain't homies, I ain't stupid I know better
I'm like R.I.P Kobe b*tch, I'm shooting under pressure
This choppa f*ck a n*gga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s f*ck my Nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
b*tch I ain't pop no Percy if its dirty it's in my cup

[Verse]
Givenchy's ran me 500, the Gucci's 6 n*gga
And we ain't say a word, we breaking bone with these sticks n*gga
Adam San- let it Click n*gga
My dog on a adventure with that boy call 'em Rick n*gga
I don't f*ck with b*tches they be sneaky, I don't trust a hoe
The b*tch think she on fleek until she meet I'ma bust the hoe
A kidney for these sneakers b*tch
Don't make me kick you out the door b*tch
I got the hammer ain't no arcade I'ma wack some mo
You ain't never seen nobody die you only said it n*gga
Speaking on that body you ain't drop, don't get no credit n*gga
That pus*y ain't the answer boy, these b*tches just be testing n*ggas
She in the kitchen cooking, but I ain't 'finna eat no breakfast with her
[Chorus]
Leave a n*gga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
f*ck a b*tch I don't need her I need extras
These n*ggas ain't homies, I ain't stupid I know better
I'm like R.I.P Kobe b*tch, I'm shooting under pressure
This choppa f*ck a n*gga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s f*ck my Nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
b*tch I ain't pop no Percy if its dirty it's in my cup

[Verse 2]
I be running off with n*ggas pack
You pocket watching n*ggas stacks
You really think I'm buying plays then check up on a n*gga stats
I'm really tryna get the face, these b*tches think I want some ass
I ain't Gucci, I don't think I love you b*tch I want some cash

[Chorus]
Leave a n*gga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
f*ck a b*tch I don't need her I need extras
These n*ggas ain't homies, I ain't stupid I know better
I'm like R.I.P Kobe b*tch, I'm shooting under pressure
This choppa f*ck a n*gga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s f*ck my Nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
b*tch I ain't pop no Percy if its dirty it's in my cup