Pressure lyrics

[Intro]
Aha, you already know what the f*ck it is n*gga (homegrown, Mobile, Alabama n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Peezy, (ohh, aye) I'm a thug n*gga till I die
Staying in the fast lane till I crash, I ain't worried 'bout a f*ck n*gga right now
Mind to busy thinkin' bout cash, time get bad, I'ma get good stacking all my cash while I'm thuggin' in the hood
And I got that MAG, man I get that understood
Run up on me, man I wish a n*gga would
Sitting on your ass while Peezy be counting
Waiting on your daddy to come give you allowence
Playing with the cash get you baked like a brownie
To busy for yo' ass so your mama be frownin', 'fore a n*gga ask, imma get it on my own
Whether robbing n*ggas or making these songs
If a n*gga hate imma let him hate till i'm gone
Before i hang with f*ck n*ggas i'd rather be alone
Say that i'm living way too fast for my age
If a young n*gga livin' fast nowadays
Move everything slow, that's how you get played
If a n*gga play me then somebody getting blazed, (foreal)
Since a young n*gga, man i've been getting guap
Praying on Glock trynna make it to the top
I be with my n*ggas thuggin' on the block
Running through the numbers like the hand on the clock
I'm strapped up with a stack on me, trap me up
I lay you flat homie, I worked to hard just to get that money
I never let a n*gga take that from me
I stay Polo from the head to the ground
With a four four i'll knock a n*gga down
Four o got a third in the clip
Put a tag on your head like a muf*ckin' cow, racks on me, put a beam on you, put a beam on me? that's what you ain't gonna do, you a real n*gga if you walk up and n*ggas looking down like they ain't ever seen yo' shoes, you a f*ck n*gga, man that's something I can prove, hit you with the tool
Throw yo' ass in the pool
Everything cool till' a n*gga get blues
Have everybody crying in the middle of yo' school
[Verse 2]
In the club boy watch out for my shoes
4 doors this is not a lil' coupe, put up the pistol you not finna shoot
Hotel with these b*tches surroundin' my room
Peezy P and the P is for pressure I'm smokin' pressure eating shrimp in the booth, never pus*y been 'bout whatever
You got a choppa then show me what it do, and the [?] and they saw me shinnin' with my crew
I was cleaning my room and I looked out the window
And I caught 'em sleepin' on the floo, (oo)
Came out the house with my hood and my tooly
I made them run up out they shoes
This is for n*ggas who really be thuggin' out there with nothin' to prove

[Outro]
I pray to God (first you get that money then you get that power)
In here on my lonley, I've been in this b*tch for hours
Pray to God it didn't rain and I looked up and it got cloudy (why it get cloudy?)
Been there holdin' the ceiling, there ain't sh*t you can do about it, still I pray