Lyrics Pressure - Test

(AYO SIM)

Jump out
Show out bitch, show out, show out, show out
Got to set the trend around this motherfucker
You heard me

Pressure, Pressure, Pressure on these bitches (Got damn)
Pressure, Pressure, Pressure on these niggas (Got damn)
Stepper, Stepper, he a step right over you niggas (swear)
Bet ya, Bet ya, Bet you can′t fuck with him (Oh no)

When I'm up in the club, I got my heater on tuck (On tuck)
If I′m out with your bitch, I got two seater out front (Skrrrt)
These niggas hiding they chains, they putting Jesus on Tuck (On God)
These niggas stay in they lane
They can't even swerve when they rolling up

HOLD UP
How he do that? (How he do it)
Oh he bought it, he ain't take it back (For real)
Oh he got it, he got it like that (Got damn)
On a plane, oh you popping like that?
Getting brain in the back of the Bach (In the back)
Get them bannies and don′t even rap (Oh no)
Get them bannies and don′t even trap (Oh no)
Still I hit ya lil bitch from the back, (Hold up) and I give her that

Pressure, Pressure, Pressure on these bitches (Got damn)
Pressure, Pressure, Pressure on these niggas (Got damn)
Stepper, Stepper, he a step right over you niggas (swear)
Bet ya, Bet ya, Bet you can't fuck with him (Oh no)

Stretch em, (Woe) he talk a lot like a lecture (Like a lecture)
I wasn′t really gone sweat it (Oh no)
But I just had to go dead it (Woe woe)
And I just had to go set it (Woe woe)
Gas on the flame, its unleaded (Woe woe)
Just a lil bit of straightening, lil edit (Woe woe)
Tell Elliott, please go Baguette it (Woe woe)
I got that Fetti forever spaghetti (Hold up)
All of my shoes is Italian, I ain't even browsing
Bitch I′m so ready (woo)
They was trying play with with my name
And play with my style, I made em regret it (Say sorry)
All of the pressure I put on em now
It make em turn up and go rep it (I swear)
These niggas really just lying, ain't smoking on za, you know I got

Pressure, Pressure, Pressure on these bitches (Got damn)
Pressure, Pressure, Pressure on these niggas (Got damn)
Stepper, Stepper, he a step right over you niggas (swear)
Bet ya, Bet ya, Bet you can′t fuck with him (Oh no)

When I'm up in the club, I got my heater on tuck (On tuck)
If I'm out with your bitch, I got two seater out front (Skrrrt)
These niggas hiding they chains They putting Jesus on Tuck (On God)
These niggas stay in they lane
They can′t even swerve when they rolling up