Foolio - Pain & Pressure lyrics

[Chorus] I put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name That come with insurance and stretchers All my ni**as thuggin', I know I'm handsome as hell But baby girl, my past ugly My cup muddy, I'm numb to the pain and the pressure 'Bout Bibby, we goin' extra, can't wait 'til we catch 'em Surrounded by shooters and steppers I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter [Verse] I'm steppin' on leaks, b*tch, and who fu*kin' with me? Who got them choppers like me, rockin' like me? Who catchin' bodies like me? Shoot up the 'partment like me? Slidin' with three I got my eyes on his Jeep 'cause this b*tch here lookin' creep 223, kill for Osama, I guarantee that ni**a killin' for me We pull up and hurt sh*t, thuggin' like BG, that No Limit, Turk sh*t This Perc' hit R.I.P. Durk, b*tch, we hop out and shirt sh*t My chopstick, I love my Glock, b*tch fu*k all the opps, b*tch That hot sh*t, they gon' feel that hot sh*t I'm gettin' their block hit Lowkey in the Scat, back-to-back stolos and splats Back-to-back, touring Jack This sh*t forever, I swear, boy, we need some medals 'Cause war, we dominate that I'm still in the bricks, young ni**a still on the Six Young ni**a still hittin' licks, still got a Glick Just got a million dollar deal and we still on the block with the sh*ts (Uh) Flexed up on my ex (Uh) Fresh off a jet and went straight to the 'jects That sh*t's on my neck (Wow) Fell back from that fake sh*t and ran up a check That thot, she a bopper (Damn) Post up in the trap, got choppers on choppers ni**as know how we rockin' Any time of the day, we can get sh*t poppin' [Chorus] I put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name That come with insurance and stretchers All my ni**as thuggin', I know I'm handsome as hell But baby girl, my past ugly My cup muddy, I'm numb to the pain and the pressure 'Bout Bibby, we goin' extra, can't wait 'til we catch 'em Surrounded by shooters and steppers I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter [Outro] We pull up and hurt sh*t, thuggin' like BG, that No Limit, Turk sh*t This Perc' hit R.I.P. Durk, b*tch, we hop out and shirt sh*t My chopstick, I love my Glock, b*tch fu*k all the opps, b*tch That hot sh*t, they gon' feel that hot sh*t I'm gettin' their block hit We pull up and hurt sh*t, thuggin' like BG, that No Limit, Turk sh*t This Perc' hit R.I.P. Durk, b*tch, we hop out and shirt sh*t My chopstick, I love my Glock, b*tch fu*k all the opps, b*tch That hot sh*t, they gon' feel that hot sh*t I'm gettin' their block hit (Their block hit) Ayy