Under Pressure lyrics

[Chorus]
You know we on that hot sh*t, don't get your block hit
RIP's at your SRT and make the car flip
n*gga play me for a pus*y, I'ma kill you like the last n*gga
Heard some n*ggas hissin'
Get the lawnmower, hit the grass with it
I just bought a K, don't make me come get on your ass with it
Blow your sh*t off right on camera, b*tch I got my mask with me
n*ggas quick to fold under pressure
Dump the hundred out the chopper, this b*tch under pressure

[Verse]
My Amiri pockets fatter than Nutty Professor
I got a pistol under my pillow and one in the dresser
MAC poking out my coat, I can't hide the suppressor
Put a n*gga on the news for trying to test us
We catch a n*gga walking, no pass, we stretch him
I see you think this sh*t a game, but I ain't gon' stress it
Hand me the baking soda, I'll teach you how to scratch it
I make them hoes cook the sh*t as*h*le naked
If I miss you with this Smith & Wesson, you's a blessing
n*gga say you want smoke? Then stand up on it
Hit the club, buy the bar, and then stand up on it
She tryna trick me with that pus*y, I don't even want it
We spin corners, think you tough, n*gga post up on it
Cookies in the Russian Cream, that's your f*ckin' homie
Before I shot his f*ckin' face, I got close up on it
'Cause I only wish death to my opponents
I'm with a big booty b*tch, I don't like 'em bony
I f*cked this bad b*tch to death, she thought this what she wanted
Security better not frisk me, b*tch, don't touch me in this b*tch
Ask me, "Lud Foe, why you don't trust me?"
You a pus*y n*gga, I'm a killer, I can't f*ck with you
Gotta hit the gun store, my Glizzy need a thirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you still a hostile
I make a three with rock, but no I ain't Curry
We be the reason why your momma's son getting buried
He want me dead, but he a b*tch, so I ain't even worried
I got a red bone b*tch, I named her Red Fury
And shove my di*k all in her tight belly
I call my shorty for that K, he bring in it hurry
b*tch, I am number one, you can ask Nelly
I'm tryna leave this lavish life to my grandbaby
You will get more smoke than a crack baby
[Chorus]
You know we on that hot sh*t, don't get your block hit
RIP's at your SRT and make the car flip
n*gga play me for a pus*y, I'ma kill you like the last n*gga
Heard some n*ggas hissin'
Get the lawnmower, hit the grass with it
I just bought a K, don't make me come get on your ass with it
Blow your sh*t off right on camera, b*tch I got my mask with me
n*ggas quick to fold under pressure
Dump the hundred out the chopper, this b*tch under pressure