Tarentino - Pressure lyrics

[Intro] Man when these n***as get under pressure, they will snitch on you I don't give a f** if you've been knowing these n***as all your life. Y'all grew up--- that sh** don't mean sh**. n***as ain't real mane [Chorus] These n***as screaming all that real sh**, but under pressure n***as fold You n***as some hoes (mhm) You n***as screaming all that k**a sh** but under pressure n***as fold (mm) You n***as some hoes (they some hoes) You the type to tell some Tell some (they snitchin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they tellin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they snitchin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they tellin') [Verse 1] Oh we know you told you done sold your soul Working with the devil for that pot of gold Say you on parole, got em for the low I should have my little n***a come through and kick ya door You the type to tell, cause you scared as hell That I used to have a choppa on me and a scale See I got a couple partners waitin' on they bail That'll knock the meat up out your taco with these shells See we ain't on that hoe sh**, tell em' we don't know sh** Yo name all up in that paperwork you couldn't hold it See these n***as just like lawn chairs they just keep on foldin' Keep talking how them n***as hit you up and keep on rollin' [Chorus] These n***as screaming all that real sh**, but under pressure n***as fold You n***as some hoes (man they some hoes) You n***as screaming all that k**a sh** but under pressure n***as fold (mm) You n***as some hoes (they some hoes) You the type to tell some Tell some (they snitchin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they tellin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they snitchin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they tellin') [Verse 2] Word round' town you doin' a whole lot of talkin' n***a you ain't heard? You gon' wake up in a coffin Word round' town you doin' a whole lot of snitchin' n***a you ain't heard? You gon' wake up in one of them ditches Leave em' missin' in the river we call that sendin' em' fishin' Got a couple dirty b**hes in my kitchen doing dishes Make a couple hunnit thou, leave a lil' bit for my misses Tell that b**h don't do no talkin' you just sit back and just listen' I can show you how to get that bag and show you how to flip it Pay attention to the game, they would die for the way we livin' You can't even have a n***a round' on a mission n***as snitchin' on they own, got to stay up out of prison Damn! [Chorus] These n***as screaming all that real sh**, but under pressure n***as fold You n***as some hoes (mhm) You n***as screaming all that k**a sh** but under pressure n***as fold (mm) You n***as some hoes (they some hoes) You the type to tell some Tell some (they snitchin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they tellin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they snitchin') You the type to tell some Tell some (they tellin') (Outro: Juicy J and DJ Blak) I'm tellin' you mane, you gotta watch these n***as mane. I'm tellin' you bruh, they ain't who they say they is... Or who they claim to be. You gotta trust yourself man, you wanna do anything, get something done, just do it yourself. f** a n***a. They talkin' too much It's so simple, stop snitching, stop lyin', stop being a b**h out there man. All you gotta do is stay in your lane. DJ Blak, Juicy J. Rules of the game are simple baby. Fix your face my n***a, if you don't know what I'm talkin' bout