| Aye, I just need pressure, little more pressure |
| Doing what I want, bitch I’m built for that |
| Aye I just need pressure, little more pressure |
| Stay chasing sacks, I don’t give a shit |
| Aye I just need pressure, little more pressure |
| Doing what I want, bitch I’m built for that |
| Aye I just need pressure, little more pressure |
| Still chasing sacks, Ion even follow that |
| Parking lot pimping, I was too young to get in |
| They don’t want the old me, they don’t want the old me |
| It ain’t nothing different, I just hide my sinning |
| I’m not praying on no knees |
| Act like he don’t know me |
| 18 with a Rollie until my chest stop |
| Ain’t had enough I OT, I need 5 more please |
| Kick her out, he say that bitch she Warren Chestnut |
| Save that role for BET, won’t nobody sensor me |
| It’s getting darker, still plottin' |
| I seen em' across the street, I’m Ms. Parker |
| I got my Glock tucked, right where my knot tucked |
| A nigga feeling froggy, left him in the swamp bruh |
| Thought I’m one of these fashion niggas, designer ass whoopin |
| I don’t think they get it, I don’t think they get it |
| I miss gettin' suspended, I miss gettin' skip detention |
| Loved her all night, and I don’t got limits |
| Pop out, pop up |
| Pop out, pop up |
| As long as facetime |
| I’m still here for you |
| LA, Florida, New York, then Georgia |
| We can’t race time |
| Gotta kill you boo |
| Let her kill you boo, let her kill you boo |
| You call yourself the one, but you know there’s still a few |
| And that’ll kill ya boo, that’ll kill you boo |
| You call yourself the one, but you know there’s still a few |
| I’m on, I’m on fucking ooh |
| I’m on two more, I’m trying to get to you |
| Tryna go by through Miami so they can |
| But she can’t touch it in Miami |
| Freewave, you know how I’m boming |
| Yeah pop out, pop up |
| LA, Florida, Georgia, Georgia |