Pressure 1WayFrank

(Intro)
Aye let's slide on em
We gone hunt, we run down on em
Pull up on em with them firearms
Air that shit out, that's a hunnit round drum
These niggas pussy and they fake we bout to slide on em
Jit gone hoe me dirty cuz it woulda knife on it
Young nigga kill the game, distract my opponents
Just stay ready for whatever, like who want it

(Verse)
I'm in these streets, In the street street lottery
I get that dope baby I ain't talking pottery
Gingerbread man got that molly santan
All this fucking contraband I bust down with my fam
Keep it 1k baby that's one grand
Nigga stealing sauce and throwing salt on the gram
I be sliding through the city jugging for the Freebandz
Got sum hittas in my circle that'll do a nigga in
Diamonds came from Russia,lurking on me imma bust ya
Choppa bullets burn, let it burn like usher
I ain't never scared, never scared Bonecrusher
Imma real dread break ya neck like Busta
Rhymes, baby I'm a slime
I don’t gangbang but respect my mind
I'm in that all black when it's time to get down
I got blood on my shoes that's Louboutins
I got them blues hunduns, sipping on that purple potion
Smoking on that green from oakland, I be going dumb like Gohan
Nigga, you don't mess with the Zohan, I was hitting licks with Roshan
Me and Lil rat stay on one, youngin gone poke, gone poke sum
Rolling wit Lil mike and Lil Marland, hitting big licks we in portland
Took a nigga shit hit a full one, fuck a 4 flat I be smoking
Buss down that check when the check come
If you on the run, stay on the run
Niggas want beef, let them hold sum
Pressure bust pipes, explode my gun