Pressure lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Trax season, bruh)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
You don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me
You know these b*tches like to act like they bad but don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t
But don't want no pressure
She don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ayy, she don't want no

[Verse 1]
If a n*gga do me wrong, I gotta take him up and through there
Keep my n*ggas by the double
b*tch, don't make me get a new pair
Paid, poppin', pretty and I don't care
You know they keep it light like you walking around on thin air
You scared to take a step, but I made them b*tches walk
When I post up on the gram, I'ma make them b*tches talk
Am I f*ckin' wit' yo n*gga? I'ma make them biches stalk
I got the game on lock but keep my n*ggas in a vault (Ah)
So much swag, my boyfriend wanna be me
I don't give side b*tch, so his hoes can't see me
Don't hide behind the scenes, make that n*gga show you off
'Cause I'm winnin' over here, I paid the cost to be the boss
Santana on the beat, got the whole club speechless
Walk 'em like a dog but keep these n*ggas on they leashes
Chocolate like a Reeses, I stay in my pieces
I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me
You know these b*tches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t but don't want no pressure
She don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ayy, she don't want no

[Verse 2]
Pressure busts pipes, or creates diamonds
I ain't duckin' from no action, b*tch I ain't hidin' (Nah)
Yeah, I'm outside and I'm with the sh*ts
Antagonizing hatin' hoes, gonna drop a diss, silly b*tch
My ass fat, you know, I'm the one, uno
pus*y take that n*gga mind to Mars, b*tch, Bruno
b*tches love to hate but in my presence givin' kudos
You b*tches be too weird and I ain't choppin' sh*t wit' you hoes
Now check this, sick wrist, time froze
He spend, his cheese, nachos
Prolly 'nother reason why you mad, b*tch (Mad)
You know I hate a mad ho, I'm a glad b*tch
In my bag b*tch
Where your funds, where your whip?
You flodgin' hard, you a trip
I got your man, I ain't givin' him back
And take your side n*gga, too, that's what I call payback
[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me
You know these b*tches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t but don't want no pressure
She don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ayy, she don't want no

[Outro]
(It's Trax season, bruh)