No Pressure

Trap out the spot, till 12 come running in
Ran off on the plug, and I’m still tryna
Hellcat racing, they try to stop me
Young nigga ball just like Anthony Davis
I get the racks, get up and don’t save it
gwop what we chasing
Got more spots than a damb dalmation
they late
I stacked up a hundred
Diamonds water, that nigga fugazy
He say he want Asian,
cash all
had to erase it
Plug on the dope, call it Ronald Ragan
pockets
That 30 on me, so 12 can’t trace it
Rich nigga, your nigga basic
faces
I’m pretty, he taste it
Pop out with killers, my niggas be aiming
give him a
Came out the bottom basement
30 round
not writing staitments
Running from 12, better tigh up your laces
We ride around wih 3 K’s lik we racest
got me lazy
you would think that w pay him
Pull up with would think that we made it
counting these bands, I turn up the party, I came with
I got a bitch on the way, and a bitch from the Bay
bitch look like Kylie
I was selling dope working
Money, I gotta have it
like Shaggy
put it in baggies
Young nigga laying shit down like
Your brother got hit, that’s tragic
I’m going up like an addic
I fuck on this
Don’t think cause I rap, I won’t get active
we shooting shit
Nigga I’m out of your bracket
Bad bitch, and ratchet
got no cabbage
be cappin
Droppin them boddies in traffic
The strap with me, go get the
Hundred rounds in my Glock, call it
jumped out the
nigga we
opps
nigga from the
all in my dresser
in the hood, made me a finesser
Smoking on