Pressure Gucci Mane (Ft. Wooh da Kid)

[Intro]
The waves in my fade will make a bitch need a surfboard
I ain't on the track like GDs, Crips, and Vice Lords
Plus Latin Kings, if ya bang throw yo rag up
Whole clique flagged up, zone ghetto tags up
Black—

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
The waves in my fade will make a bitch need a surfboard
I ain't on the track like GDs, Crips, and Vice Lords
Plus Latin Kings, if ya bang throw yo rag up
Whole clique flagged up, zone ghetto tags up
Black car, white guts, you can call it Oreo
Gucci bring pies to yo door like he Domino's
Soldier like Geronimo my house big as the pinnacle
Used to trap at Texaco but now I'm finna buy the one
Rims on my M, bitch a trim, wanna lay with him
Slim with the tilted grill, flossin all the diamond gems
Actually trapping got me counting cash rapidly
Wheels spin backwardly, Bricksquad factory

[Chorus: Whoo da Kid]
Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure
I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper
Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No
Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure
I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper
Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No