No Pressure Rowdy Rebel & Fetty Luciano (Ft. Fivio Foreign & Rah Swish)

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[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Brr, ayy, ayy
I tell 'em "Fuck", ayy (It's never, no)
It's never (It's never, no), it's never no pressure
[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
It's never no way, it's never no pressure (It's never no pressure)
You know how we—, look, start off the Tesla (Bah)
Niggas don't play with my team, they know better (Baow, baow, baow)
She tell me to come and fuck her off this [?] cold weather
I tell her to put that shit together (Come herе, huh?)
Valentino for the sweatеr (Oh)
Met the bitch at Coachella, she was fucked up, 'til a nigga met her
2014, I was in the trenches with my feelings, steppin' in my Margiela's (Oh)
Makin' all the opps jealous, fuck they gon' tell us when we all rebellious?
My top shooter paid off, brand new Wraith, skate off
I hit the gas and take off, I heard that boy was broke, I laid off
We hit your block with a Glock, took his face off
Shootin' like Kyrie, and this is the play-off's
If he ain't on timin', then he better stay off
'Cause all that timin', nigga, we stay on
We take no days off
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel]
Huh, yeah (Huh, yeah), and we ain't comin' to lose (Nah)
Huh (Yeah), catch a case (Yeah), and I go to court in a suit (Baow)
Huh, said he ain't gon'— (What?), that's just accordin' to you (Baow)
My son six months, look (Baow), already told him to shoot (Baow)
I pull up on him at GT's (Skrrt), nigga, I'm in a bully, we three deep
Nigga, she'll be lost if she leave me (Nah), nigga, she keep on sayin' she need me (Yeah)
Nigga, what you expected? (What you expected?)
Huh, yeah, what you expected? (What you expected?)
Huh, she get me horny, I'm catchin' erections
Spillin' her heart and she tellin' confessions
I need two bitches to have sex with
I gotta move different with a weapon
She on my body, just give me a second
And I gotta stay on top of my investments
Ah (Woo), yeah (Yeah), I gotta stay on top of my investments
Huh, yeah (Huh?), I gotta stay on top of my investments