YMD - Pressure lyrics

{YMD} fu*k any talking I'm bringing the pressure He light like a feather get put on a sweater Lil ni**a I'm cold like I'm under the weather The chopper be loaded clip long like a stretcher That's where he b laying Don't think that I'm playing MD on the top like an edible arrangement I got the blick and I hit without aiming He talking about beef come here what you saying Still coming with hands bet I fight something Only come out the house for the right sum Got .357 I move with a weapon that magnum it bang leave a nice hum Inhaling the gas through my right lung And letting out smoke wit that fire drum Lil bubba MD stacking bread in the streets and y'all boys steady losing looking type dumb {Hbkbubba} Put a buck on your head and get a concussion I carry these drums like I play percussion Lil Bubba go hard that's end of discussion Got a clip for you ni**as I wish I will jump in 12 of his body they chomp him out He with the police they talk it out When the police gone leave we catch any ni**a and if he try to run we walk em down I bang H2 and it got a K Rainbow emoji cause you ni**as gay Stick you like Madden and make me a play Get caught in the field but this ain't a game Put you in a Swisher we smoking up Just like an ep Going Up Put me on a song you know imma kill it Hallows gone hit him but you cannot heal it