Текст песни Pressure - MaKalani

Lani Worrld, yeah, cartier
It looks like you lost another one
Shit up on these niggas like I'm dumb rich
Want smoke? We gon' blow like a trumpet
Run it up, we gon' rock until the sunset
Different in they eyes, so I ain't the one to fuck with

Go stupid on these dumb niggas
Got no bands, you's a fuck nigga
I'm pressure, we pressure
I'm pressure, we pressure

Got a bank roll on my dresser
Playin' no games, yeah, I'm next up
See 'em doubtin', yeah, I'm fed up
Yeah, these niggas, I step on

Dog shit, but, these niggas what I'm shitting on
Young Lani, "Mr. Never Cap" with a fitted on
Zoom down the road, put whip up in sports mode
Scoop your shorty up, better never leave your bitch alone

Don't need a bitch, I need three loyal thotties
Quick trip, I'ma fuck her in my Crocie's
I been really out my mind, I been really out my body
You are not me, can't nobody stop me

Knock these hoes out, call me Ronda Rousey
Not your average Joe, bitch, give me sloppy
Make a hit song even when it's choppy
Knock down her doors like a nigga know karate

Lit up on my own, not sorry
Crank it up a notch, I party
Me and gang in the scene, we gnarly
That's a rap fact, ain't no rap cap

Hop on any wave with no wave cap
Ain't no rap cap, that's a rap fact
Tell my brody and 'em got to relax
But he ready, he gon' blast gats

Take a L, nigga, now let's face facts
You ain't gotta leave your bitch, I'ma give her back
I'm a rack runner, she a track runner
You a hoe runner, y'all the perfect match

It's a test y'all would never pass
Can't be phony, all that fake shit would never last
All that trauma, had to leave that shit in the past
Got this guap, I'ma leave the shit in the stash

Glock nine make a nigga have a seizure
Make a dude forget what he say like amnesia
Came in twenty twenty-three hot and ready, Little Caesars
Lani Worrld, nigga, how you doing? Nice to meet ya

Shit up on these niggas like I'm dumb rich
Want smoke? We gon' blow like a trumpet
Run it up, we gon' rock until the sunset
Different in they eyes, so I ain't the one to fuck with

Go stupid on these dumb niggas
Got no bands, you's a fuck nigga
I'm pressure, we pressure
I'm pressure, we pressure

Got a bank roll on my dresser
Playin' no games, yeah, I'm next up
See 'em doubtin', yeah, I'm fed up
Yeah, these niggas, I step on

I step on
Yeah, these niggas, I step on
Yeah, these niggas, I step on
Yeah, I step on