Pressure Hit Officially Dee

[Intro]
A nigga know what up
*Oh you mean the Soja dude ?*
I said a nigga know what up
Whole Lot Of 4 Shit
Whole Lot of TTK Shit

[Hook]
When pressure hit niggas tend to fold but this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic, ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em all we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my niggas we gone blow that bag while we in the mall
Get yo bitch 'fore I take her then I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my name we finna send a blitz

[Verse 1]
Niggas talkin' out they body I'm like who the hell is this ?
Call up Trey and we gone make a play but first I call a bitch
Ask her to set the nigga up give her that bag then she can dip
Bitch you claim that you be steppin' catch you laying in yo crib
A nigga say that he want beef but I'm aiming at his ribs
Body after body, another bag getting zipped
I could of sworn I told these pussy niggas 'fore to close they lips
They smile in my face like I don't know they wanna see me killed