Pressure Hit lyrics

[Intro]
A n*gga know what up
*Oh you mean the Soja dude ?*
I said a n*gga know what up
Whole Lot Of 4 sh*t
Whole Lot of TTK sh*t

[Hook]
When pressure hit n*ggas tend to fold but this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic, ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em all we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my n*ggas we gone blow that bag while we in the mall
Get yo b*tch 'fore I take her then I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my name we finna send a blitz

[Verse 1]
n*ggas talkin' out they body I'm like who the hell is this ?
Call up Trey and we gone make a play but first I call a b*tch
Ask her to set the n*gga up give her that bag then she can dip
b*tch you claim that you be steppin' catch you laying in yo crib
A n*gga say that he want beef but I'm aiming at his ribs
Body after body, another bag getting zipped
I could of sworn I told these pus*y n*ggas 'fore to close they lips
They smile in my face like I don't know they wanna see me killed
[Hook]
When pressure hit n*ggas tend to fold but this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic, ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em all we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my n*ggas we gone blow that bag while we in the mall
Get yo b*tch 'fore I take her then I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my name we finna send a blitz

[Verse 2]
I can't stop until my brothers got that bag too
Im saucing on a b*tch n*gga call me Ragu
Don't f*ck with me beef last forever like a tattoo
And if yo' feature dirty b*tch then imma tax you (on gang)

[Hook]
When pressure hit n*ggas tend to fold but this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic, ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em all we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my n*ggas we gone blow that bag while we in the mall
Get yo b*tch 'fore I take her then I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my name we finna send a blitz