Pressure by Texacomexico Lyrics

Last year around this time
I was cooking with my Brodie
On the mudafukin east

I don’t even want your bitch
And she already snitch on you
And you going out sad

I’m the man with map
But I still got the strap just Incase a nigga act
Nigga hate
When you bring up that facts
10 ten toes till I die
Go get you a bag
Then you could come back
That’s my type of route
Fuck what they talking about
Bitch I did on my own
And you where I’m from
Where nigga think that you own them some
Texaco can not fold gotta stick to the code
And this shit that I’m smoking came straight out the boat
Gotta stick to the code
Caught the niggga , he froze
I be moving like a ghost
And you homie acting suss
Ima test his luck
We gone fucking test his luck .....
Bitch...... 3400 shit little bitch