Yea we see you bust a bottle at your table stuntin' And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up frontin'
on 'em We pressure on 'em We pressure on 'em We puttin' on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with misses Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of bitches puttin'
on 'em We puttin' on 'em We puttin' on 'em We puttin' on 'em
When we do shit now tell me why is you competing When I be that of nigga that get money when I'm sleeping And I'm farting and shittin' I cop contries on the weekend So ambitious my accoundents cop when I'm eating for me Bussa Buss the most dominant, retreating Beat the up, shit be sounding remarkable I'm speaking homie Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I'm tweaking, Short circuit electric bolteses every feature Coly Like I'm short for breath drowning in money rushes Fuck a blunt bitch I'm inhaling muffales(?) and smoke from I defend my like soldiers I come to punish Defence from infections, the way that BUSS IS Ain't no around, I'm frontin, Get it? As for getting this bread Im like so disgusting with it Here's my other alias, don't forget it, me Snow-blower Blowing this like its nothing with it
Yea we see you bust a bottle at little table stuntin' And we by the bar get the fucking up your frontin'
on 'em We puttin' on 'em We puttin' on 'em We pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your actin' cocky with your misses Yea you ballin' till you see us and none of them bitches puttin'
on 'em We puttin' on 'em We pressure on 'em We puttin' on 'em
Okay, F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on 'em Young Money the special team, we so Devin on 'em up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em Soon as they up, it came and left it on 'em Swag no effort on em, quicker than a leopard on 'em If he got beef me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em No Spinderella just metal for any fellow settle everything for me and everything for me Smoking on G13 and everything funny y'all bitchass niggas, kiss-ass niggas Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no Real shit we hold the bread the hoes the toasters Young Casanova, I bend their asses She say my dick stronger than a sixpack of Man Im so fly I got Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy twice
Yea we see you a bottle at your little table stuntin' And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up frontin'
on 'em We puttin' on 'em We puttin' on 'em We puttin' on 'em
Okay we see you in your actin' cocky with your misses Yea you ballin' till you see us and none of them bitches puttin'
on 'em We pressure on 'em We puttin' on 'em We puttin' on 'em