Fatz (ICB) - Pressure lyrics

[Verse 1: Fatz] If its on then its on n***as getting shot from the sun set I'm with my ghees when I go and make a one step Cause mans gully like Mavado on the river banks So you n***as better run when I make it Bang Fully on crud no half stepping And I got my own ting not my dargs weapon And n***as know if I ain't got the chrome I be stabbing n***as up to I see the bone Fam We had every ting co*ked back Violate my bro Had to show him that's its not that So when I touch base something getting cooked I walk through n***as ends and they don't even look Rob n***as leave em there blindfold And man be trapping ot with like 5 phones And differently all I gotta do is wink and my young bucks shooting out your tints [Verse 2: J Styles} Yo You taking molly shipping lean You n***as lost parde Smoking on bobs that ain't Bob Marley Its a lot parde I'm bout gwop gwop gwop dargie Tt selling remix on rock Charlie Grannies prayers always blessed me And n***as sending shots cah they get me Now i'm rolling with a pepsi Getting bursted my heads hot and it teks me Even if the odds ain't with me I woulda bet me Spin it round cah we bad Always got a bit ah weight on me like flab Couple Z's in the ride Turn a Z into nine And nines I always keep pebbs by my sde "angels" A little punch line for the hood A okay for keys the cunch lines doing good I go hard and put my life on it Me pappy keys couldn't put a price on it [Verse 3: Streetz] Search who? s** yuh mudda Bad man nuh tek feel up Feds lost because they couldn't keep up Also when I step "p**y'ole" I could beef with my feet up On hand pon mi waist as I beat it T pot In the ends apart from friends when i reload I can see it in his eyes he lies hes a weako They ain't no sympathy the referee be sending calm back Mums old skool yardie she seh yuh wan trap den gwan trap I'm in the lead so i can lack Feds on the kid i'm paro think the cars tapped I'ma bomber when i jack it in a trech that's a large mac What do you expect mummy to dead i'm bringing marg back We all fam and squad but its all you bumble Paid in full you n***as served watch alpo crumble Girls say they got no patience for a trapper Oh please for the money i'll leave the bae like japer [Verse 5: Toxic] Trap yard looking like a forest better holla man I was 16 moving packs out to Hollow Man sh** ain't changed i'm out here i don't relocate Loyalty i don't feed no snakes I hit a belly with a 4 man 8 My bruddas know i love em man your beef is my beef same way Look i'm still braking them packs down Rely upon myself i ain't looking a had out And y bricks deep 30 racks for a mad round Tryna rob me gonna hear how that nine sounds 5 figure n***a mums life i used to smile over 9 pound hopping out ah audi n***as better know my style Whips foreign sticks foreign bricks Holland These n***as hating on us cause we been popping Times flying all my n***as caught in the trap Its kinda hard to do this music when your juggling packs [Outro: Nines] Ice city going platinum baby Shouts to my n***as big keys Free the f**ing team One foot coming out real soon