Saucy Santana - Pressure lyrics

[Intro] (It's Trax season bruh) (Tre Trax, I think we got one) You don't want no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure [Chorus] I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat) Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me You know these b*tches like to act like they bad But don't want no pressure And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t But don't want no pressure She don't no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure She don't want no [Verse One] If a ni**a do me wrong, I gotta take him up and through there Keep my ni**as by the double b*tch don't make me get a new pair Paid, poppin', pretty and I don't care You know they keep it light like you walking around on thin air You scared to take a step, but I made them b*tches walk When I post up on the gram, I'mma make them b*tches talk Am I fu*king wit' yo ni**a, I'mma make them biches stalk I got the game on lock but keep my ni**as in a vault (Ah) So much swag my boyfriend wanna be me Ion give side b*tch so his hoes can't see me Don't hide behind the scenes Make that ni**a show you off Cause I'm winnin' over here I paid the cost to be the boss, Santana on the beat Got the whole club speechless, walk em like a dog But keep these ni**as on they leashes Chocolate like a Reeses, I stay in my pieces I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features [Chorus] I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat) Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me You know these b*tches like to act like they bad But don't want no pressure And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t But don't want no pressure She don't no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure She don't want no [Verse Two] Pressure bust pipes, or creates diamonds I ain't duckin' from no action, b*tch I ain't hidin' (Nah) Yeah, I'm outside and I'm with the sh*ts Antagonizing hatin' hoes, gonna drop a diss, silly b*tch My ass fat, you know, I'm the one, uno Pussy take that ni**a mind to Mars, b*tch Bruno b*tches love to hate But in my presence givin' kudos You b*tches be too weird And I ain't choppin' sh*t wit you hoes Now check this, sick wrist, time froze He spend, his cheese nachos Prolly 'nother reason why you mad b*tch (Mad) You know I hate a mad hoe, I'm a glad b*tch In my bag b*tch Where your funds, where your whip? You floggin' hard, you a trip I got ya man, I ain't givin' him back And take your side ni**a too That's what I call payback [Chorus] I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat) Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me You know these b*tches like to act like they bad But don't want no pressure And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t But don't want no pressure She don't no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure, pressure Aye, she don't want no [Outro] (It's Trax season bruh)