Testo Pressure - Rushy
Testo della canzone Pressure (Rushy), tratta dall'album Pressure
(Shmosby)
How's man talkin' about pressure?
I don't feel pressure (nope)
Send a text on the trap line, give out some testers (brr)
Then back to my leisure (ay)
I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda
That's my bredda, that's my bredda (Genna)
I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay
Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender (ay)
Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger (true)
Big spender, thought you was a spender
Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped (hello?)
Think you're the man, come to the block
Can't take out your chain, man, your shit get popped
No opp can't Milly Rock on my block (nope)
I hit so many shots on my block (block)
I sip my Henny, don't need the wock'
Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock
Pressure
Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter (true)
Still break down bricks like Jenga (chop that, chop that)
No opp can't Milly Rock on my block (my block)
I hit so many shots on my block (hot)
I sip my Henny, don't need the wock'
Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock
Pressure
Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter
Still break down bricks like Jenga (chop that, chop that)
Ay, cats keep callin' my phone, man, leave me alone I'm grindin' (leave me alone)
I woke up this mornin' smilin'
Haters tryna bring me down, I don't know why (why?)
Niggas out here stealin' flows
Tryna keep it on the low, thought they did it on the sly (mad)
Stepped in the function with a bottle of the Henny and the Cro and I did it for the vibe (true)
Push bike and I did it with the guys
Done it with the green, bro, did it with the rice
Done it with a text, bro, done it with recks
Sold everyone a dream and I did it with a lie (uh)
Little man, you don't wanna live this life
Outside with your kitchen knife (nope)
'Til things get hot on the block and this shit goes left all you need's advice
How's man talkin' about pressure?
I don't feel pressure (nope)
Send a text on the trap line, give out some testers (brr)
Then back to my leisure (ay)
I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda
That's my bredda, that's my bredda (Genna)
I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay
Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender (ay)
Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger (true)
Big spender, thought you was a spender
Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped (hello?)
Think you're the man, come to the block
Can't take out your chain, man, your shit get popped
No opp can't Milly Rock on my block (nope)
I hit so many shots on my block (block)
I sip my Henny, don't need the wock'
Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock, pressure
Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter (true)
Still break down bricks like Jenga (chop that, chop that)
Credits
Writer(s): Rushea Antonio Watson
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