It's never no way, it's never no pressure, it's never no pressure
Now we, look, start with the testicles Niggas don't play with my team, they know better
She tell me to come and fuck off this B and make her wetter
I tell her put that shit together, huh?
Valentino for the sweater, make the bitch a Coachella
She was fucked up, tell her, nigga, matter
2014, I was in the trenches with my fellas
Steppin' in, my ma jealous, nigga, all the opps jealous
Fuck they gon' tell us when we on rebellious
My top suit up, paid off, brand new Wraiths, skate off
I had to gas to take off, I heard that boy was broke, I laid off
We hit your block with a Glock, took your face off
Sure like Kyrie and this is the playoffs
If we ain't no time in there, he better stay off
Cause all that time in there, nigga, we stay on
We take no days off
Yeah, and we ain't comin' to lose
Get the case, and I go to court in a suit
Said we ain't goin', that's just according to you
My son's six months, I already told him to shoot
I put a bullet in my GT's, nigga, I'm in the bully
We 3 -D, nigga, she a B -Low, she leave me
Nigga, she was sayin' she need me
Nigga, what you expectin'?
She give me a horny, I'm catchin' a wreck
She's feelin' her heart and she's tellin' confessions
I need her two bitches to have sex with
I gotta move different with a weapon
She on my body, just give me a second
I gotta stay on top of my investments
Yeah, yeah, I gotta stay on top of my investments
Huh?
I gotta stay on top of my investments
Look at her step a step out
2 -D with a take out
I heard her outside, so I be cautious
Nigga, we still a lot out
Tell my shooter don't pull out the car
Tell that nigga to get out
I'm in the car with two chops
I'ma stick the one with the one in the head out
Nine shots, let me pop shit
How you up? Ooh, they ain't drop shit
If I'm in the middle, this 40 gon' cloud the crowd
Like I'm startin' a mosh pit
I got a thing for the bitches that fuck with the opps
They callin' me toxic
Keep a knockin' when I'm shoppin'
Only like P .J. Tucker on them rockets
Casamigos sippin', give me the hiccups
We hit that boy, he ain't get up
My lil' bro, they call the body
If they give him bail, then we put in the crib up
Pull up with four hoes to the telly
I'm in the four -door with me and Fetty
I make it one call when I'm ready
Headshot, turn the skull into spaghetti
When it's war, niggas don't never mention my name
Tell em' sell the money, nigga, fuck the fame
Bust out of panic, I don't wanna play
Dripped in designer, that's how it came
Rich crip, but I still catch a stain
This take shares, ain't shit change
Still headlin', still switch lanes
In a big body, nigga, quick plane
Huh, I tell my shooter, don't shoot
Matter fact, scratch that
I tell that nigga to pass that
I'm in a fast car, that's a Hellcat
I don't, they cannot catch that
Nigga, it's never no pressure
How we losin', nigga, we never let up
Just my low, I gotta watch for the center
Rush gang, hop out in the West
We movin' on, niggas stompin' on step
If we move wrong, then that boy gettin' wet up
We got the streets and tunes
We the ones that really speak the truth
Man, hop in the Sprinter and leave the coupe
I don't need to shoot
