No Pressure

By BiigSlime

Released on July 2, 2021

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[Intro]

Grr-rr-rr-rr-rrt, bap, bap, bap

Your homie he done got a headshot

Grr-rr-rr-rr-rrt, bap, bap, bap

I be steady smoking on these dead opps

Already know how the fuck we coming, man

I'm so disrespect

All my niggas they be ruthless

All my niggas they be ruthless

Your homie he got a leg shot

Your homie he got a head shot

I'm steady smoking on these dead opps

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Grr-rr-rr-rr-rrt


[Chorus]

Said all my niggas they be ruthless

Hop outta the cut, and we shoot shit

I'm finna hit him with the Uzi

Hop on your block, and I go make a movie

Baby, I'm groovy

He got onе up in the leg

Homie got shot in his hеad

My pockets filled with the dead

We running road 'til it's red

Yeah, ran it up, fresh out the feds

Don't push me over the edge

Yeah, all of your brothers are dead

I'm still running from the feds

Yeah, I took a trip out to Dubai

I done came back, then I broke down like two pot

Bitch, I'm a slime, lizard


[Verse]

Ice colder than a bizzard (Brr-rr-rr)

Small, small, no pressure (No pressure)

VV's ain't no SI's (Saucy)

Past it off to my left side (Who's that?!)

Crodie finna make the Tec rise (Money!)

I was stuck in Hell's Kitchen (I was)

I ain't have a pot to piss in (I didn't)

Now I have a pot to whip in (I would)

Ran it up, now I see digits (Runnin')

Chopper bigger than a midget (It is)

Hit him with hunnid, and fifty

Ran him down, and then we hit him with plenty

Pull up in big body Jeep (Skrr-rr-rr)

Hop out the cut fill him up 17

Yeah, we took him out of his misery

I don't think that they was hearing me

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Pop out the cut and hitters with me

Pop out the cut fill him up 17

I don't think that they was hearing me

I know these niggas be fearing me

Yeah


[Chorus]

Said all my niggas they be ruthless

Hop outta the cut, and we shoot shit

I'm finna hit him with the Uzi

Hop on your block, and I go make a movie

Baby, I'm groovy

He got one up in the leg

Homie got shot in his head

My pockets filled with the dead

We running road 'til it's red

Yeah, ran it up, fresh out the feds

Don't push me over the edge

Yeah, all of your brothers are dead

I'm still running from the feds

Yeah, I took a trip out to Dubai

I done came back, then I broke down like two pot

Bitch, I'm a slime, lizard