Intro:

Yea, yea, yea, yo

(Yozora)

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yo

Verse 1:

Pressure

Remember the vengeance I wanted to settle vendettas

Came up off Pitkin they toting berettas

Move to the Veer where a chair was a stretcher

Two in the air for my niggas that left us

Who would've cared if the news never catch us

Blue what I wear still can't fuck with oppressors

Rule out the fear if you near you a steppa

Wait, hol up

Still wit the crew I maneuver the cheddar

Dru wit the ruger gon shoot ain't no better

Yo bitch in the back of the room with the set up

Wait, hol up

Move with my tutor no school ain't no test her

Jewel in my crystal my jew is a setter

I drip and I Crip and my boo is a dresser

Hook:

Wait, hol up

Back out

Me and the bros trap house

I call up my owes cracc out

Wait, hol up

Racks out

He get exposed packed out

Boy we get to the goal we can't tap out

Verse 2:

Wait, chokehold

Two fingers a thumb bitch I'm loco

I need a bag for my gang or it's no go

Really been loyal I stick to the bro code

Couple ppl round us some of them fold clothes

All that pain I created a snow globe

Liberated yea I made it my own show

Perpetrate how they faking my whole flow

Elevated hella faded still I never hesitated

Estimated celebrated with my bruddas buttons with me dedicated

Switching lanes

Me and Jet we in a range

Me and Jodie on a plane

We ain't homies you a lame

If I'm doley I'm the same

Pussy nigga should've @ me

My bitch she badder than a Vashtie

Counting bluefaces on her asscheeks

Hoodrich

Gave my partner a band on some bullshit

I found Nirvana no pulpit

And I'm Still with the shits fuck a full clip

I shoot for the Stars with a tech

Perfected my timing Patek

No need reminding aware I been grinding my niggas aligned when we step

Remember them days when I couldn't have seconds well now I get 3rds with my left

I'm talking vacation in all of these places so high as a bird on my nephs

Yes

Hook:

Wait, hol up

Back out

Me and the bros trap house

I call up my owes cracc out

Wait, hol up

Racks out

He get exposed packed out

Boy we get to the goal we can't tap out

Outro:

I shoot for the Stars with a tech

Perfected my timing Patek

No need reminding aware I been grinding my niggas aligned when we step

Remember them days when I couldn't have seconds well now I get 3rds with my left

I'm talking vacation in all of these places so high as a bird on my nephs

Yes