Текст песни Pressure (feat. LulDaniel) - Dukeee

We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat
My shooter my shooter I know He won't blink
My bitch got the ruger make a nigga think
They think we intruders how we hit the scene
Don't fuck wit nobody everybody green
Two shots for the boy I hit em with the beam

I be in the trap trynna run my racks Up
And I'm having runts for a zip it's a rack boy
Try to buck the jack get shot in ya back boy
Pour me up a four and then I move like a fat boy
They be like getty mob this and getty mob that
Getty mob toat sticks getty mob gone clap
Drop a bag on the opps head I just put a price on it
Ak forty seven with a beam put a knife on it

Nigga say I ain't the one put ya life on it
We can wet this bitch up got the stick with the light on it
Found me some money and bitch I got right on it
I ain't whip my dick out for this bitch to just bite on it
First nigga play out this bitch getting hit
Really ain't stun no bitch ain't got time for no fits
Bitch we popping we dropping Still putting out hits
Oh he talking we pop him wit a full out blitz

A lot of niggas hating but ain't Getting no money if it's smoke
I ain't Dropping no beef run it
Anything I done said on a beat done it
Anybody sus look creep burn him Boy you ain't trapping who the fuck y'all served
Lame ass nigga who the fuck y'all murk
Hit a nigga block with a hundred shots then skrrt
The nigga died he was right by a church

I think the bitch died cause she told me she hurt
I ain't tripping on bitches that I done hit first
No I won't step in the party ain't trynna get searched
Nigga keep playing retarded I bet he be dirt
Why the opps keep on asking my people for shirts
Oh don't give my your addy that shit gone be worst
We don't do all that static your shit will get blown off
Nigga lacking can't call his dawg cause his phone off

Catch a nigga lacking set his ass a fire
Gotta shoot his ass first cause his ass gone cry
Clean up the scene real quick then slide
Nigga dissing getty mob but his home boy died
I ain't tripping bout my opps cause they ass in the sky
I ain't seen my opps since his pussy ass died
And your homies a bitch cause them niggas ain't slide
We tore up they shit boy them niggas couldn't drive

We got snipers everywhere these niggas can't hide
I ain't fucking no thot bitch boy she got hives
Make me call up lil one way I know he gone ride
And when twelve pulled me over he know I was fried
I won't pull up unless I got that backend
We got that shit in rotation pussy boy just tap in
Running the city know we got them racks in
He wanna be silly you gone catch a back hand
Running through bitches nigga that was back then
Nigga say that he on that tell that boy do that then
Put a nigga house in a blender with a mac ten
I didn't pull up in a rental this my fin Knock that boy off okay that was my sin
We gone chop that boy top for playing wit big ben
He gone talk that lil talk won't say shit when we spin
We gone put his ass up and throw him on the deep end

It's me lil duke a bitch and her three friends
We sliding in a splat with a Strap and like three bands
We just hit a plug in your hood for like three p's
I hang with bloods and crips and a Few g's
I whip the dope in the pot and make blue cheese
Run up on getty get put in a loose leaf
What happened to ya dawg he got put on a white tee
Get shot in your shit Talking bout you finna fight me

We get after that shit yea we dropping them bags off
Hit the mall and we ball we popping them tags off
We ain't never gone fall we got all the damn sauce
Do that shit to the tee we don't need us no damn floss
Got this shit up and running we don't need us no damn boss
Fourth down shit we ain't punting we taking our mask off
Dropping bangers on bangers and shit we gone Blast off
He got all that money but he tripping bout the damn cost
Young nigga shit i be trapping out the damn house
Gotta have my gun before I step up out the damn house
If this shit ain't fun then yo ass need to cut it out
Talking bout she love me But I found out she was muttered out
Pull up to the south just to motherfucking hang out
I got trust in my gang I know they gone bang out
Make a nigga mad in this bitch we gone air out
Hit after hit til they motherfucking play it out