Pressure Quelly Woo

[Intro]
Woo, hold on
Look, R.I.P. Pop
Woo, hold on, hold on, look
From the fuckin' soul (Paow-paow)
From the fuckin' soul, look
Whole lotta crip shit, whole lotta crip shit
Whole lotta Woo shit
Whole lotta Woo, look
Whole lotta, whole lotta Woo
(I-I-I love Chris Rich)
Hold on

[Chorus]
Ain't no such thing as forever (As forever)
So run up them bands wit' ya' mans till whenever
Fake niggas change like the weather
Shit gettin' cold like the north, call up Eli, keep a pole in his sweater, look
All eyes on me, now I feel the pressure (Now I feel the pressure)
Now I feel the pressure (Now I feel the prеssure)
Ain't no such thing as forever (As forеver)
So run up them bands wit' ya' mans till whenever
Fake niggas change like the weather
Shit gettin' cold like the north, call up Eli, keep a pole in his sweater, look
All eyes on me, now I feel the pressure (Now I feel the pressure)
Now I feel the pressure (Now I feel the pressure)