Pressure by Kmurda Da Steppa x DjGangBeejay x Pressure P Lyrics
[Chorus 1: Kmurda Da Steppa]
All bumpas in the fusion, Glock 40 it’s filled with blue tips
Jay on the lock, don’t cap on nephs next day he on a news clip
Can’t burn the whip, pull in the ally we gone hop on feet
Don’t fuck with nox, keep my 40, this big Glock 23
Them niggas cappin, they be in the house but love too dis
No leg shooters every goofy got hit in his shit
Won’t catch me walking, I keep my hamma I can’t get nailed
I’m [?] glizzy won’t get caught at no shells
Walk out the stu I stay on point cause I can’t go like La
In the back seat big ARP, this bitch hit like a 12 gauge
We killin districts so fast don’t even get the call out
Don’t run no mo, but them pressure’s don’t do shit but thеm walk downs
They all are cappin and rappin, that's how rail got his shit slumped
Catch him in traffic no rappin wе just gone let them sticks dump
Hop out and fuck the windsheild up, bitch I make goofy’s stick
Lil hot head rug got his name for gettin hit in his shit
Djay make steppas speak on his name watch how you meet him
Them 556’s gone hit him and break his shit to pieces
Big catch and reck all summer till the goofy’s get on defense
Pull up no muggin fake clutchin, if I up it I’m squeezin
Late night out shoppin, vases down can’t see shit cause the 105
Try to run this big Glock 40 gone fuck up yo insides
[?] doin the big bounce through traffic, I like how this bitch drive
He say he [?] every day, just don’t come the strip side
[Chorus 2: DjGangBeejay]
Slid on his block and we lurkin,9 on my side for the opps when I’m purgin
All on his side when we servin, Let out a 10 and my Glock get to twerkin
Gang a PO where you workin, he heard we got static and[?] got nervous
Ar a 50 with flippin suburbans, I’m shootin this bitch till the car get to swervin
7.62 put a goofy in park, fell in love with my [?] I love when it spark
Can’t [?] and come out the dark, I call up them pressure’s you know they got art
We air shit out like tally’s on chart before I goin out bitch I’m makin my mark
Nah this ain’t no Yoda bitch we in the dark, Hit the gas start screeching you hear this bitch fart
I told you lil nigga we sendin them blitz, you all in the way then you gettin hit
Slide down when we slidin, can’t see in the tint
Them bitches be beggin, you ain’t gettin shit
When I was down bad I was hittin them licks, he tried to run and got hit with this fifth
I like [?] murder bendin them corners just watchin it drift
He dissin on Djay I’m gettin him gone, the goofy’s know better don’t come in the zone
You slide down my block then you ain't goin home, can’t go like im rely get hit in my dome
19 with the barrel grip and it’s strong, he say he be jiggin then I’m takin his phone
I’m only 16 but they like how I’m rappin, get in the booth spit the truth ain’t no cappin
We really be steppin we don’t do no act, you think that I’m fakin just catch us in traffic
Pull up with car and them sleazy's get to clappin, then we dash off disappear like it’s magic
I’m rolling up Rely bro, pass me the Tay Tay, we bounce through the [?] with some Glocks and a AK
No cap in my rappin bitch I’m really a shooter , pull up on[?] like they callin a uber
[Chorus 3:Pressure P]
It’s big boss P D my lil man Imma steppa
[?] I got white lightsol fuck now I ain’t sellin pepper
I’m plug [?] in love with the fan, I just let the whole buck off extra
Zo lackin that canon crash [?] the feds tryna take all of my pressure’s
Zay box a man like a stall, Imma fuck him up like a cavity
Smokin on goofy’s and happen I see the sneak dissin tell him catch me in traffic
Lil moe still droppin like ravish tryna switch up get blood on your fabric
I’m just treatin the gun like D cappin, I’m all out the roof while I’m buckin they rappin
He ain’t get the buck buckin he lackin I took his bitch cause he broke and ain’t packin
Put 10 on his head this shit get tragic, well if it's about bucks we can make somethin happen
Ain’t talm bout finessing lil paper but Fy told me how I can finesse a lil faster
Bro put his shit on a sterin wheel so now yuh boy Zeel on the way [?]
Bumpa the bumpa’s smack lil bro bumpa then we hop out with them thunda’s
Tree got the gas now she lil bitch and right after that imma hump her
It’s me Kmurda and [?] we still 3 deep in a tooda or honda
We on the hunt but can’t find em, when I catch bro imma cause lil trauma
All bumpas in the fusion, Glock 40 it’s filled with blue tips
Jay on the lock, don’t cap on nephs next day he on a news clip
Can’t burn the whip, pull in the ally we gone hop on feet
Don’t fuck with nox, keep my 40, this big Glock 23
Them niggas cappin, they be in the house but love too dis
No leg shooters every goofy got hit in his shit
Won’t catch me walking, I keep my hamma I can’t get nailed
I’m [?] glizzy won’t get caught at no shells
Walk out the stu I stay on point cause I can’t go like La
In the back seat big ARP, this bitch hit like a 12 gauge
We killin districts so fast don’t even get the call out
Don’t run no mo, but them pressure’s don’t do shit but thеm walk downs
They all are cappin and rappin, that's how rail got his shit slumped
Catch him in traffic no rappin wе just gone let them sticks dump
Hop out and fuck the windsheild up, bitch I make goofy’s stick
Lil hot head rug got his name for gettin hit in his shit
Djay make steppas speak on his name watch how you meet him
Them 556’s gone hit him and break his shit to pieces
Big catch and reck all summer till the goofy’s get on defense
Pull up no muggin fake clutchin, if I up it I’m squeezin
Late night out shoppin, vases down can’t see shit cause the 105
Try to run this big Glock 40 gone fuck up yo insides
[?] doin the big bounce through traffic, I like how this bitch drive
He say he [?] every day, just don’t come the strip side
[Chorus 2: DjGangBeejay]
Slid on his block and we lurkin,9 on my side for the opps when I’m purgin
All on his side when we servin, Let out a 10 and my Glock get to twerkin
Gang a PO where you workin, he heard we got static and[?] got nervous
Ar a 50 with flippin suburbans, I’m shootin this bitch till the car get to swervin
7.62 put a goofy in park, fell in love with my [?] I love when it spark
Can’t [?] and come out the dark, I call up them pressure’s you know they got art
We air shit out like tally’s on chart before I goin out bitch I’m makin my mark
Nah this ain’t no Yoda bitch we in the dark, Hit the gas start screeching you hear this bitch fart
I told you lil nigga we sendin them blitz, you all in the way then you gettin hit
Slide down when we slidin, can’t see in the tint
Them bitches be beggin, you ain’t gettin shit
When I was down bad I was hittin them licks, he tried to run and got hit with this fifth
I like [?] murder bendin them corners just watchin it drift
He dissin on Djay I’m gettin him gone, the goofy’s know better don’t come in the zone
You slide down my block then you ain't goin home, can’t go like im rely get hit in my dome
19 with the barrel grip and it’s strong, he say he be jiggin then I’m takin his phone
I’m only 16 but they like how I’m rappin, get in the booth spit the truth ain’t no cappin
We really be steppin we don’t do no act, you think that I’m fakin just catch us in traffic
Pull up with car and them sleazy's get to clappin, then we dash off disappear like it’s magic
I’m rolling up Rely bro, pass me the Tay Tay, we bounce through the [?] with some Glocks and a AK
No cap in my rappin bitch I’m really a shooter , pull up on[?] like they callin a uber
[Chorus 3:Pressure P]
It’s big boss P D my lil man Imma steppa
[?] I got white lightsol fuck now I ain’t sellin pepper
I’m plug [?] in love with the fan, I just let the whole buck off extra
Zo lackin that canon crash [?] the feds tryna take all of my pressure’s
Zay box a man like a stall, Imma fuck him up like a cavity
Smokin on goofy’s and happen I see the sneak dissin tell him catch me in traffic
Lil moe still droppin like ravish tryna switch up get blood on your fabric
I’m just treatin the gun like D cappin, I’m all out the roof while I’m buckin they rappin
He ain’t get the buck buckin he lackin I took his bitch cause he broke and ain’t packin
Put 10 on his head this shit get tragic, well if it's about bucks we can make somethin happen
Ain’t talm bout finessing lil paper but Fy told me how I can finesse a lil faster
Bro put his shit on a sterin wheel so now yuh boy Zeel on the way [?]
Bumpa the bumpa’s smack lil bro bumpa then we hop out with them thunda’s
Tree got the gas now she lil bitch and right after that imma hump her
It’s me Kmurda and [?] we still 3 deep in a tooda or honda
We on the hunt but can’t find em, when I catch bro imma cause lil trauma