Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on, yeah
Ooh, said I made y'all
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all?
Same reason why I hate y'all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, ay
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off? Ay
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles
Ay, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
Ah, don't want no more pressure
Ah, don't want no more pressure
Ah, don't want no more pressure, ah
Ay, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Ay, choppers by my side, you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I'm just dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
Ooh, ay, son these niggas, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin' out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh
Swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
Ooh, ay, ooh, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They'll shoot your ass down boy from 1400 kills, for real
I'm tryna find your fuckin' chill
I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal
I don't do Xannies baby, no, don't do no pills
I'm just smokin' on dope, baby
Just thumbin' through the mills, so ill
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