Текст песни PRESSURE - STWLou

Tryna catch a vibe, they keep fucking up my piece

Asking when I'm finna drop, guess it's time I feed the streets
I got niggas acting busy, I been begging them to drop
Put a Benny on his head, got a bag that boy a flop
I ain't playing with these niggas, send these pussies up to heaven

Niggas say it's beef, if it's war you better drop, boy
All your shit is weak, we sending missiles at your top, boy
Questioning your motives, are you gang or you a opp, boy
Talking like you're really about that life, but is you really

Diss you on this song, you don't respond and think you winning
Tryna catch a vibe, they keep fucking up my peace
Asking when I'm finna drop, guess it's time I feed the streets
Pressure that I'm holding, you won't catch me with no piece

Good in every hood, every city that I be
How we even opps, we ain't even get to meet
Tryna get a deal so I can live inside the studio
Fuck a new Bugatti, tryna write these fucking songs

If you ain't getting money, we can never get along
Puffing on designer, all my marbles sit on ice
Only drinking rose, please don't ask me for no likes
Pushing P, I'm with David on the freeway

All my hoes are tens, all your hoes are flops
Shawty 21, I took the savage out
The biggest stepper on some Hov shit
The biggest stepper on some Hov shit

They let the dog off the leash, I'm on go, I'm a beast
Ay Lou, say the word and I'll just put these boys to sleep
Me and Lou on the connect like that shit wifi
We got the burners, pull them out, your shirt tie-dye

Pull up to the spot, that m8, they say Tuh-duh
Me and my Glock, got a romance, Lady Gaga
Yeah, we about to slide on them, please don't do the cha-cha
Got your feet moving, yeah, we call that bitch, bachata

See, I am the man, myth and legend, cheapo cabra
I see all the snakes in the grass, no anaconda
STW, cause all I see is fucking camp
Seven-seven-seven, yeah, the streets approve, this fucking stamp

Fuck with Lou or the crew, I'ma leave your shirt damp
Fuck with Lou or the crew, I'ma leave your shirt damp

Can't fuck the money up, what's the price to make her down with it
Muddy in my cup, take a sip, now, I can't feel shit

Bitch say I'm the problem, then she left, and niggas still lit
On this money mission, ain't gon' stop till we get rich, rich
Shawty 21, turn 22, she on her twin shit
Acting like I'm him, this ain't a act, this shit real life

Bro say I'm a menace, I keep moving like I kill shit
She was not the one, will I keep her
Well, of course not, niggas act for sure
They ain't really about this life though