[Verse 1]

Fly by in horses

918 Porches

Repertoire speaks for itself so check your sources

Double R made him the subject of all discourses

They whisper their rhetorical’s, ‘boy isn’t he gorgeous?’ yeah

I tried to take a break from kicking doors in

But niggas overstated their senses of self-importance

I knock em off the pedestal they on to reinforce it

Don’t group with them niggas selling souls for endorsements nah

The charm on ebony, no Estelle

GT3, carmine finish, watch it propel

She pull up rocking double C pearls and nothing else

And that “I know you’ve had a tough week” top was something else

Blacked the body out, up’d the stealth

Stainless with the extension inside the Telf

It’s hard to duck the press and keep it lower than a jail pose

With Japanese designer from the head to the tailbone

[Hook]

Can I put this pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

Can I put this pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

Can I put that pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

I wanna put this pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

I said can I put this pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

Let me put this pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

I wanna put this pressure on you?

(Come put that pressure on me)

Let me put this pressure

(Come put the pressure)

[Verse 2]

The diamond on the tip of the pendant on six below

Them niggas tried leasing my flow and it got repoed

She slipped her panties off, said it’s something about my ethos

And how I pop the collar on vintage Dior peacoats

She stepping on necks… in Valentino’s

Prada lingerie set with the coke mink on

Zero to sixty in that motherfucker, we gone

I been ahead of niggas, I’m talking beyond eons

I keep talking shit like my skin made of kevlar

Their plots to knock me off my trajectory fell apart

Them niggas steady running in place like pelotons

While I whip the big body through traffic like Megatron

Decepticons, watch how that top lift

They had their run at the top, but here’s the plot twist

Was smooth sailing till somebody woke the Loch Ness

And now the only thing you niggas run is out of options

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Two toned drum, Rick Owen puffer

Secret service Suburban truck with the chrome bumpers

I learned to adapt to that pressure they fold under

So when I tell them my time’s coming I don’t stutter

Niggas know what the time is, seen that ESX

Vivienne West the eyelids just to keep him fresh

Televising it live via 3D lens

Bitch I bet you even the blind could probably see we next

While the opposition’ll pray for a day that I move sloppy

I blow a kiss to them and the mirror, I’m too cocky

This Hermes got hoes saying I’m too snobby

But when you look this good how the fuck can you not be?

My foot glued to ignition, how the fuck could you stop me?

How the fuck would you knock me?

I don’t love no one not me

Them niggas tried to count me out quick when I was lesser

So the only thing I got for them niggas now… pressure