No Pressure

Woo, woo
Damn Quin, man, this shit hard as hell
Ayy, it's us, uh, uh

Can't put faith in these niggas yet again, yeah, this shit over

Can't put trust in these bitches yet again, yeah, that shit over
Made ten thousand in two weeks, she
Think I'm lost 'cause I ain't post it
I'm just posted like a stoner, counting fifties at the moment
I'm just living how I live it, I know
They sleep, just give me a moment

Just lit another blunt, smell the aroma as I'm rollin'
How I'm livin', I can't call it, how I did it, I can't leak it
Every plan is undefeated
Why I don't put trust in these niggas, niggas snakin', niggas leeches
See a nigga plot, yeah, tryna get even
How you get hit, but you thought it was even

Why you hate me? Yeah, nigga, good reason
Hit the blunt once, yeah, you might start sneezin'
Cough so hard, nigga might start wheezin'
Maybe not smoke no more like Jeezy
I just wanna flex, get built like Gucci
Promise when I die, I'll be a legend like Marley
Real nigga, need a pretty bitch like a Rucci
I'ma put a bitch on money like Bobby
Tee high shootin', tee high cocky

FN put him on the floor like Rocky
Bro put that nigga on ice like hockey
Yeah, he might show it, you ain't gon' pop it
Shit hit the fan, I don't play, they cautious

Like QB, better stay in your pocket

She don't want me, she just want my pocket
Shit, if I broke, I want my pocket
Got her like, "That's my watch," so cocky
Need a bad bitch, attitude like Roxi

Diddy and Ne-Yo while Frenchy watchin'
Put the blunt out, now she wanna re-spark it
We fall out, no, we can't rekindle
Like the game crashed, but we can't restart it
Who would've thought I'd be king like Simba?
Sweet technique, number one, on Godly
Style weak, tone, I know karate
My bank account only thing I'm stockin'

Need an R8 all white like Ice-T
Or a three-fifty like a black bandana
You can take time on your dime like time

Swear niggas really real snitches like Randall
Me trust a bitch, that shit crazy
That's like me still believing in Santa

Told you, treat me wrong, like eighteen thirteen
When you in here, don't bring no camera

I'm like him, can't fuck just anybody

Yeah, lil' bitch, Hustle God got standards

Not from the world, yeah, I feel like Cyborg
I can transform like Bruce Banner
I ain't gon' block, I'ma just ban her
I ain't no saint, nah, I ain't no pastor
'Fore I say hey to her, I'll walk past her
Yeah, you gettin' money, but I'm on my faster
He like, "Hustle, you a lil'-ass bastard"
I'm a real P, yeah, shout-out to Basquiat

First it was pop, well, now I'm the master
HSM, yeah, I'm the headmaster
HSM, I'm the big dog

Jet here, light speed, you ain't finna catch up

'Fore I fall in love with a bitch, on God
I'll go outside, jump in front of a Tesla
Nigga tryna blackball me, on God, but I'm
Too far ahead and they still can't catch up

Niggas just talk, just talk, on God, but they
Don't want smoke, they don't want no fresh up

My business is done
Takes three hours to go to the bathroom before lunch, damn it
I'm full, I have much to do, so much
Miss Bitters, I have a mighty need to use the restroom once again
Okay, but that's your last restroom
Break for the rest of the school year
I shut it off, GIR, it worked
Let's go home, phase two is underway
That's my favorite phase
Leave no evidence