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I just be rollin up pressure To take away pressure from life I always live for today Cause I could be gone in a night I only keep dawgs around me Testin the bark and they bite You pussies ain't ready We pop the confetti You chasin the light What a sight I keep a clipper like a barber Still catch a fade You niggas do a lot of talking That ain't for me I do my talkin in the booth And I keep it a G I rather take your attention Like cuttin the beat 6 God I do this shit for my town HennyGawd I ain't never needed no crown From the east side And I'm down Figure I drown yo ass with this sound Surfin beats And I'm on a wave today Wake up Get paid My aim You niggas is fish filet Fake And you cookin wierd to me You had the jokes for April I made it thunder in May I fire Chidori It's aimed at yo homie Then is you gone up it or skate You got a burner cause you ain't a fighter My 9 get the final say Smokin on opp pack We get em Ain't leavin em no get back Fact You niggas should cut cap For I put a hole in yo fav hat Oh them ya homies now I bet you ain't tell em You big rat I keep a clip stacked Might empty it over some big racks I just be rollin up blunt after blunt It ain't for a stunt You niggas got freedom of choice I tell you This ain't what you want You niggas be beefin in lines I'm different I beef wit a punch I came up from servin em food You gone take 12 to brunch On a hunch Only exotic inside of my stick That go for the wood too This shit got me stuck to the couch I might just call it some wood glue Real recognize real But we askin who is you You run to the piggies if you got a problem But strut like you bulletproof Bitch niggas gone dodge me when they see me I wet your noodle like linguine You niggas fake as broccolini Ski mask folded in my beanie They hate when I'm right like Mr. Feeney I bake the beef and mix with ziti You niggas gone pay Im done with freebies Gimme my plate It's time for feedin I just be rollin up pressure To take away pressure from life I always live for today Cause I could be gone in a night I only keep dawgs around me Testin the bark and they bite You pussies ain't ready We pop the confetti You chasin the light What a sight I keep a clipper like a barber Still catch a fade You niggas do a lot of talking That ain't for me I do my talkin in the booth And I keep it a G I rather take your attention Like cuttin the beat
Writer(s): Jaylen Bennett-cavaiani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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