DJ DRAMA & GUCCI MANE - Pressure lyrics

rate me

The waves in my fade will make a bitch need a surfboard

I bang on the track like G'ds, crips, and vice lords

Bloods, latin kings if ya bang throw yo rag up

Whole clique flagged up, gone get your tags up

Black car, white guts, you can call it oreo

Gucci bring pies to yo door like he dominoes

Soldier like Geronimo my house big as the pinnacle

Used to trap at Texaco but now I'm finna buy the one

Rims on my M, bitch a trim, wanna lay with him

Slim with the tilted grill, flossin all the diamond gems

Actually trapping got me counting cash rapidly

Wheels spin backwardly, Bricksquad factory

Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure

I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper

Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No

All I know is click cock, hit pop I can't let this shit stop

Just to see is everything, that's go help my shit pop

Whoo da King, Whoo da Kid whatever you call me bitch

But I'm not Alfamega never turn my back and turn snitch

Red Maserati peanut butter seats will kidnap you

Running day shit I call that my rotten apple

I don't need no chauffeur I can drive that shit my fucking self

Ooh my smoke my glock my bro I'm strapped in here with no seat belt

And I move the punchlines I'm pimpin the track

Ol cliffhanging nigga stop swinging on the sack

What's that shit he said about homie run it back

Track work studio so everything is crack

Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure

I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper

Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No

I don't got no brain no more my brain probably in lost and found

If you find it give it to me I'll give you 800 thou

Million worth of jewelry on, when now, right now

Bling blaow, your out, kids see it's safe now

Chopper size of you shower, rims bigger than your house

When you see me girl smile, I stay for a lil while

In the back with a strap and the clip don't crack

10 pounds of loud, 200 thou

My dead homies could see me now

I bet I make sun valley proud

Bouldercrest my stomping ground

Stand 10 toes down to stomp you down

40 glock you double pump you

Fucking fuck ya Wacka trunk you

Gucci Mane invisible mane I'm right man can't see me lame

Rims so hot like stove top stuffing, lil pussy ass nigga...

Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure

I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper

Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No

Thanks to D-Train for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to zone 6 for correcting these lyrics