ZOTiYAC - Under Pressure
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{chorus}
Leave a nigga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch i don't need her i need extras
These niggas ain't homies, i ain't stupid i know better
I'm like r.i.p kobe bitch, i'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a nigga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch i ain't pop no percy if its dirty it's in my cup
{verse}
Givenchy's ran me 500, the gucci's 6 nigga
And we ain't say a word, we breaking bone with these sticks nigga
Adam san- let it click nigga
My dog on a adventure with that boy call 'em rick nigga
I don't fuck with bitches they be sneaky, i don't trust a hoe
The bitch think she on fleek until she meet i'ma bust the hoe
A kidney for these sneakers bitch
Don't make me kick you out the door bitch
I got the hammer ain't no arcade i'ma wack some mo
You ain't never seen nobody die you only said it nigga
Speaking on that body you ain't drop, don't get no credit nigga
That pussy ain't the answer boy, these bitches just be testing niggas
She in the kitchen cooking, but i ain't 'finna eat no breakfast with her
{chorus}
Leave a nigga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch i don't need her i need extras
These niggas ain't homies, i ain't stupid i know better
I'm like r.i.p kobe bitch, i'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a nigga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch i ain't pop no percy if its dirty it's in my cup
{verse 2}
I be running off with niggas pack
You pocket watching niggas stacks
You really think i'm buying plays then check up on a nigga stats
I'm really tryna get the face, these bitches think i want some ass
I ain't gucci, i don't think i love you bitch i want some cash
{chorus}
Leave a nigga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch i don't need her i need extras
These niggas ain't homies, i ain't stupid i know better
I'm like r.i.p kobe bitch, i'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a nigga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch i ain't pop no percy if its dirty it's in my cup
{chorus}
Leave a nigga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch i don't need her i need extras
These niggas ain't homies, i ain't stupid i know better
I'm like r.i.p kobe bitch, i'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a nigga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch i ain't pop no percy if its dirty it's in my cup
{verse}
Givenchy's ran me 500, the gucci's 6 nigga
And we ain't say a word, we breaking bone with these sticks nigga
Adam san- let it click nigga
My dog on a adventure with that boy call 'em rick nigga
I don't fuck with bitches they be sneaky, i don't trust a hoe
The bitch think she on fleek until she meet i'ma bust the hoe
A kidney for these sneakers bitch
Don't make me kick you out the door bitch
I got the hammer ain't no arcade i'ma wack some mo
You ain't never seen nobody die you only said it nigga
Speaking on that body you ain't drop, don't get no credit nigga
That pussy ain't the answer boy, these bitches just be testing niggas
She in the kitchen cooking, but i ain't 'finna eat no breakfast with her
{chorus}
Leave a nigga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch i don't need her i need extras
These niggas ain't homies, i ain't stupid i know better
I'm like r.i.p kobe bitch, i'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a nigga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch i ain't pop no percy if its dirty it's in my cup
{verse 2}
I be running off with niggas pack
You pocket watching niggas stacks
You really think i'm buying plays then check up on a nigga stats
I'm really tryna get the face, these bitches think i want some ass
I ain't gucci, i don't think i love you bitch i want some cash
{chorus}
Leave a nigga where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch i don't need her i need extras
These niggas ain't homies, i ain't stupid i know better
I'm like r.i.p kobe bitch, i'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a nigga life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch i ain't pop no percy if its dirty it's in my cup
