Wooh Da Kid - Pressure lyrics

The waves in my fade will make a b**h need a surfboard I ain't on the track like gds, crips, and vice lords Plus latin kings if ya bang throw yo rag up Whole clique flagged up, zone ghetto tags up Black car, white guts, you can call it oreo Gucci bring pies to yo door like he dominoes Soldier like Geronimo my house big as the pinnacle Used to trap at Texaco but now I'm finna buy the one Rims on my M, b**h a trim, wanna lay with him Slim with the tilted grill, flossin all the diamond gems Actually trapping got me counting cash rapidly Wheels spin backwardly, Bricksquad factory Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No All I know is click co*k, hit pop I can't let this sh** stop Just to see is everything, that's go help my sh** pop Whoo da King, Whoo da Kid whatever you call me b**h But I'm not Alfamega never turn my back and turn snitch Red Maserati peanut bu*ter seats will kidnap you Running day sh** I call that my rotten apple I don't need no chauffeur I can drive that sh** my f**ing self Ooh my smoke my Glock my bro I'm strapped in here with no seat belt And I move the punchlines I'm pimpin the track Ol cliffhanging n***a stop swinging on the sack What's that sh** he said about homie run it back Track work studio so everything is crack Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No I don't got no brain no more my brain probably in lost and found If you find it give it to me I'll give you 800 thou Million worth of j**elry on, when now, right now Bling blaow, your out, kids see it's safe now Chopper size of you shower, rims bigger than your house When you see me girl smile, I stay for a lil while In the back with a strap and the clip don't crack 10 pounds of loud, 200 thou My dead homies could see me now I bet I make sun valley proud Bouldercrest my stomping ground Stand 10 toes down to stomp you down 40 Glock you double pump you f**ing f** ya Wacka trunk you Gucci Mane invisible mane I'm right man can't see me lame Rims so hot like stove top stuffing, lil p**y a** n***a... Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No