Pressure Kutt lyrics

[Intro]
(Good lookin', Dnell)
(Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch too? The f*ck got into you?)

[Verse 1: Wespalmrich]
Hit a n*gga with a hundred dollar eighter
Like get the f*ck up off my line, ain't 'bout the paper
What's the issue? Catchin' mag, this the fader
I'm 'bout that deep, got on my feet, I'm ballin', this the Lakers

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
If I ain't motivate n*ggas, I motivate my n*ggas
Brodie keep a stick, he was ridin' on probation with it
Mob ties, if I get smoked, one of my babies did it
Cannon I got flashin' in your face ain't used for takin' pictures

[Verse 3: TooDxpe]
Problem never scared to the head, I'ma face it, n*gga
'Bout to load the basics, I ain't never been a basic n*gga
Did a song with Rio, damn, I'm tryna get a placement with it
Made it out the dungeon, me and Dope was in the basement with it

[Chorus: Wespalmrich]
Stack it up, flip it, gettin' rich make 'em jealous
With your b*tch blowin' exotics, what you sip? 'Cause this ain't regular
Yung OG can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
You ain't got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin' just don't register
My kids' bloody red, fours of red get dropped in 7-Ups
Diamond in the rough, b*tch, I'm pressure cut, who pressin' what?
Huh, got a hundred tucked
Ain't show 'em nothin', make yourself an opp, evaporate you, I'm gon' press the button
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can't complain about sh*t, I made it out the slums
I probably caught a body if you see me breakin' down my gun
b*tch, you gon' end up homeless, keep layin' down with bums
I could never be lonely at night, I'm layin' down [?]
Designers for the low, I just linked up with Wespalmrich
It gotta be some money on the floor, my left palm itch
She seen me count a sleeve, then called me broke, ain't that 'bout a b*tch?
I'll never cross one of my n*ggas, 'specially 'bout a b*tch

[Verse 5]
Rollin' bada boom, bada bam, it make your body dip
I could tell Scottie beat me up 'cause I'm out of head
b*tch, I'm ballin', blowin' berry, this some honey buns
Baby got that sticky, I'll get in them honey buns, hey, sh*t
Damn, I be high as hell
I just bought a ten-piece, b*tch, I'm fried as well
Bumped into a boogie b*tch, she was fine as hell
With a couple young thuggers, I'm on YSL

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Before I touched the microphone, I used to buy and sell
I cooked it in the microwave, the stove get hot as hell
Just hit an opp in his top, I got a Glock for sale
I'll sit here and cook it in your face like Tye and Dnell
I'm a real Ghetto Boy, I got my shoes off
Remember back when Quanny caught dog and roped that school off
[Verse 7]
I ain't talkin' hundreds, I say bro gon' get these blues off
Rio hit a n*gga with that beam, now he Rudolph
All about the paper, comin' with an extra extra ho
n*gga, ain't no love up in this b*tch, it ain't no X and O's
I'ma let the money talk, I'm Mr. Bring the Extras Home
n*gga, we still stay up in that yard like bring an extra gnome

[Chorus: Wespalmrich]
Stack it up, flip it, gettin' rich make 'em jealous
With your b*tch blowin' exotics, what you sip? 'Cause this ain't regular
Yung OG can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
You ain't got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin' just don't register
My kids' bloody red, fours of red get dropped in 7-Ups
Diamond in the rough, b*tch, I'm pressure cut, who pressin' what?
Huh, got a hundred tucked
Ain't show 'em nothin', make yourself an opp, evaporate you, I'm gon' press the button