[Intro]

Don't know 'bout pressure, no (No)

You don't know 'bout pressure

You don't (No)

You don't know 'bout pressure, no

You don't know 'bout pressure, no (Okay, let's go)

[Chorus]

I swear that it's pressure 'bout mine

I'm smokin' pressure, this stop me from stressin' my mind

Applyin' that pressure, I've been on my grind

Yeah, shawty so pressure, I hit from behind

I swear that it's pressure 'bout mines

I'm smokin' pressure, this stop me from stressin' my mind

Applyin' that pressure, I've been on my grind

Yeah, shawty so pressure, I hit from behind

[Verse 1]

Yeah, they told me the pressure made diamonds

So I got me some VVSs

Walk around with that bag, I'm feelin' like Santa, but bitch, I ain't got no presents

I took a whole lotta Ls in my life

But I turned all them losses to lessons

Shawty say that she feelin' my vibe

And she wanna come sit in my section

Told that my bitch I'm not fuckin' wit' you

Sorry baby, I'm runnin' my bands up

I used to get Fs in the school but now it's a F for the Fendi that's holdin' my pants up

FN on me, turn his ass to a dancer

I'm F'd up off Wock', I mixed it with Fanta

Put 'em up, we armed, and my dawg got the hammer

If it's pressure, they pussy like Hannah Montana

If it's pressure, then he foldin'

Smokin' 'za, lil' bitch, I'm loaded

Brand new pint, we gon' po' it

Won't show that-, shh, but I might blow it

I can tell he a bitch, I just know it

But someone realer, I don't know one

Whole team on my back, I feel like [?] back in '01

[Chorus]

Ayy, I swear that it's pressure 'bout mine

I'm smokin' pressure, this stop me from stressin' my mind

Applyin' that pressure, I've been on my grind

Yeah, shawty so pressure, I hit from behind

I swear that it's pressure 'bout mines

I'm smokin' pressure, this stop me from stressin' my mind

Applyin' that pressure, I've been on my grind

Yeah, shawty so pressure, I hit from behind

[Verse 2]

When it come to pressure, I made it crack, cocaine

They can tell who he was, no name

You should stay over there, there's four lanes

Shooter stay in the M like [debay?]

I make a play, I hit a dance, I'm turnin' up like I'm Cam Payne

[?] my shooter, walk through like a campaign

Bitch, I'm chosen, I feel like I'm G.O.A.T. James

Sike, Mike is the G.O.A.T. (Yeah)

I'm in love with his bitch, puttin' pipe in her throat

I know they think I'm just cappin', I pray that they play

I swear that I'm not finna go

I'm sippin' Wock', no drivin' a boat

We take a trip, gettin' high off the coast

If you walk up on me then I'm doin' the most

Ayy, we would've died if I was the host (For real)

Nah, you ain't finna slide me to walk that way

I really put beats on him like Dre

2023, I need to be [?]

.223s, they'll eat your face

Lil' bitch, I'm a king like Stace-, -y (Yeah)

Can't name one person, say they play me

I stand on my money, I'm 8'3

I'm sippin' on muddy, I'm lazy

My pockets got fat, it ain't lasic

Yo' bitch always hittin' my phone with the hate word

I ain't talkin' 'bout Kasey

Makin' plays, [?] out in KC

Muhammed insane, bitch, I'm goin' crazy

They know I'm applyin' that pressure for real

That's why everybody hate me (On God)

[Chorus]

I swear that it's pressure 'bout mine

I'm smokin' pressure, this stop me from stressin' my mind

Applyin' that pressure, I've been on my grind

Yeah, shawty so pressure, I hit from behind

I swear that it's pressure 'bout mines

I'm smokin' pressure, this stop me from stressin' my mind

Applyin' that pressure, I've been on my grind

Yeah, shawty so pressure, I hit from behind

[Post-Chorus]

Pressure, pressure

Bitch, I'm smokin' on gas, pressure

We gon' get on yo' ass, pressure

[Outro]

Huh

Ayy, for real, though, when that pressure come, I'm like ten thousand and tens, I don't ever fold

And I'm ten toes down

I'm like Mike, in the clutch, give me the ball

I don't feel pressure

Huh, but they do