Songtexte Pressures - Prince KJ

Ten down, I need another roster ho, one that really glow
Keep applying pressure on they throats, keep tryna up that score
I pulled around in broad day, I aimed Beretta's at his face
Fuckin wit his bitch, I bust my kids all down her sluty throat
I light that fuck nigga up, I think he was tryna meet the pearly gates
Gone get to singing with this chop, just like one Kevin Gates
You gotta watch what bitches say and trust just how the move
I put a bag all on his head, get him stretched like Jimmy Johns

I whipped that bag too, yeah that shit expensive nigga
I'm the one that taught all these fuck boy white niggas just how to rob
Death expensive in this bitch, I need another rod
Yeah come up over here and come a split this pod
I mean split this pill lil bitch, imma take you down
Soons as we get to 55th, imma split his fucking crown
And them bitches be wondering how I move cuz I don't post to social medias
And don't be pulling on that shit, we will pull up in your city's
I shift that bag first, lil bitch don't be fucking playing
I don't give fuck about your ass cause you just fuck with lames
I don't tap out no games, nah I don't want it if just the medium
I don't hit these hos up but they the ones that keep updating a nigga
He told me something gay, so I sold that lil DL ass nigga some fentanyl
I'm the ones calling the shots up in this bitch, they treat me like I'm Peyton Manning
I'm really the G.O.A.T up in this bitch, toss game like Tom Brady
He caught the pack and sold it all, shoutout my nigga Randy
Known how to play the game, I enjoy this shit like fucking candy
I put my voice all on these beats, this shit was just my plan-B
You wake up, get to the bag first, nigga I don't want to her no complaining
Wake up, get to the bag first, I don't want to her no complaining

Ten down, I need another roster ho, one that really glow
Keep applying pressure on they throats, keep tryna up that score
I pulled around in broad day, I aimed Beretta's at his face
Fuckin wit his bitch, I bust my kids all down her sluty throat
I light that fuck nigga up, I think he was tryna meet the pearly gates
Gone get to singing with this chop, just like one Kevin Gates
You gotta watch what bitches say and trust just how the move
I put a bag all on his head, get him stretched like Jimmy Johns