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  1. Pure Pressure

Lyrics

Aint no completion with none of you bitches
And if you acting suspicious I light you up like swishers
What’s all the sneaking and dissin but aint gone leave a mention
It aint directed so honestly I aint paying attention
I catch u lacking what’s cracking and I won’t leave a witness
I fucked ya nigga just to get the nigga off my Hitlist
And you be loving these niggas and I be loving digits
And you be loving these niggas and I be loving digits

Yeah I know you watching
Thirsty ass nigga,
Boy u toxic
Threw that dirt all on my name and tried to fuck me boy stop it
Boy stop it
Im takin off just like a rocket
Give no fuck about yo feelings
That aint making me no profit
ON MY MAMA

Mane you niggas lame
Been a boss ass bitch
Ion do it for the fame
Had to get it out the mud
I was walking in the rain
All them cold ass days
Made me

Don’t compare to these thirsty ass hoes- better watch your mouth
Ak 47 have you leakin like a faucet now
Yeah, why they thought that I was done huh?
Sneak dissin in they mfkn songs huh?

Why they got Melly name all on they fuckin tongue huh?
Why he mad because he can’t get what he want huh?
talking shit but wanna fuck me you a hater ass nigga
I should call you uncle ruckus

Uh, & I don’t care about no other bitch,
If you aint my mufuckin sister do not call me sis
BITCH
Do not call me sis,
if you aint my muthafuckin sister do not call me sis

If you aint a muthafuckin preacher do not call me miss
If I call my hitters better pray to god my hitter miss
Naw, my hitter aint gone miss
Pop you like a pimple we gone getchu like we got a head

Actin like he ballin, put it on em, Shit we got a lick,
Damn, that was really quick,
Up fye with big dick, mini ruger, 45 and a sweep stick

Tell me why the fuck I got these weak ass bitches pressed
Tell me why the fuck I got the niggas in they chest
Tell me why the fuck I got my feet up on the necks
On my mama I go crazy I aint even Tronna flex

Aint no completion with none of you bitches
And if you acting suspicious I light you up like swishers
What’s all the sneaking and dissin but aint gone leave a mention
It aint directed so honestly I aint paying attention
I catch u lacking what’s cracking and I won’t leave a witness
I fucked ya nigga just to get the nigga off my Hitlist
And you be loving these niggas and I be loving digits
And you be loving these niggas and I be loving digits