Pressure (feat. Drippy Oates)

I'm the one you know from the streets who been kicking flows
Catch me on the block posted with G's getting doe
When they thought I was gone I was in cut in my zone
If you don't believe me ask your bitch and all your peoples know
I'm bringing pressure we bringing pressure
I'm bringing pressure we bringing pressure

Best in the game I'm the sickest in the cak
Still spitting that gas but I keep my swishers filled with that
In the hood like motor oil but y'all know the protocol
Enemy of the state assassinating who you voting for
I'm still getting faded on the inside of the car tent
I changed on them I hopped out with the cape on em like Clark Kent
Don't play with him that thing stays on him under the armpit
Like a headlock get ya head rock from a 45
They was screaming money, power, respect but the where's the loyalty
Fake friends only come around now whenever you roll the tree
I don't fuck with new niggas that never even hung with me
I don't care if you was coughing up shit wouldn't get a lung from me
Yard gang blaccout something you gonna have to get use to
I'm shitting on these fake rappers and you weak producers
I'm in the center of this sport giving you game like steward
The face man of my A-Team swagging like Bradley Cooper

I'm the one you know from the streets who been kicking flows
Catch me on the block posted with G's getting doe
When they thought I was gone I was in cut in my zone
If you don't believe me ask your bitch and all your peoples know
I'm bringing pressure we bringing pressure
I'm bringing pressure we bringing pressure

Yard gang shit we the illest that's out
Watch your slick talk nigga or get punched in your mouth
You know what we bout from north cak down to the south
We bringing pressure motherfucker and keep a pistol in route and
Most of you rappers is pussy somebody get a box of pads
I'm Jason Voorhees on these beats without the hockey masks
Swag yo it's always on fleek I be popping tags
Don't ever put your hands on my fam or I'm a pop your ass
Smoking on that zah zah nigga sipping corn liquor
Every since I came out my moms I been that boy nigga
Fuck around with the Yard better have your shit
Right I lock and shake down on these beats just like a pit fight
My click tight trap be booming I'm repping 400
Still that cool dude and I'm rude a fuck your woman
It's Jay Rock, dex and lukk not giving a fuck we bringing pressure all you rappers is butt

I'm the one you know from the streets who been kicking flows
Catch me on the block posted with G's getting doe
When they thought I was gone I was in cut in my zone
If you don't believe me ask your bitch and all your peoples know
I'm bringing pressure we bringing pressure
I'm bringing pressure we bringing pressure