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fredo bang - no hook pressure lyrics

[intro: fredo bang]
ayy, i ain’t finna play wit’ no n+gga, nah
choppa got a drum, turn his hood to a war zone
slide through his block, leave him slumped on the asphalt
talkin’ on the net, now he dead, that’s his last talk

[chorus: fredo bang]
we don’t do no talkin’, b+tch, we step with pressure (pressure!)
draco hit his chest, now he gaspin’ under pressure (uh+huh!)
caught his ass lackin’, had to teach him not to test us (bow, bow!)
standin’ on that business, yeah, we step with no confession (yeah!)

[verse 1: fredo bang]
i ain’t squashin’ sh+t, tell them n+ggas get they get back (uh+huh)
f+ck his lil’ homie, left his brain where his feet at (boom!)
talkin’ like a k!ller, but he hidin’, where yo’ heat at?
all that twitter typin’, boy, you soft like where yo’ b+tch at?
hollows hit his face, now his mama screamin’ “lord no” (uh)
f+ck a .38, we got switches on them glocks though (bow!)
we ain’t on no peace sh+t, n+gga, this a war zone
masked up, blacked out, creepin’ by your front door
i don’t do no lackin’, b+tch, my finger stay on k!ll mode (uh+huh)
opps talkin’ reckless, turn they body into real smoke (yeah!)
pull up on his block, make that sh+t look like a ghost town (skrrt!)
he ain’t had no pole, now his gang talkin’ “low down”
[chorus: fredo bang]
we don’t do no talkin’, b+tch, we step with pressure (pressure!)
draco hit his chest, now he gaspin’ under pressure (uh+huh!)
caught his ass lackin’, had to teach him not to test us (bow, bow!)
standin’ on that business, yeah, we step with no confession (yeah!)

[verse 2: lil’ velo]
p+ssy n+gga talkin’, now his body in a trash bag (yeah)
glocky got a beam, turn his block into baghdad (uh+huh)
lil’ bro tryna slide, i just told him “get the cash fast”
but if we see that p+ssy, best believe we finna crash that
i was 12 toting heat, you was playin’ in the sandbox (bh!)
now i’m 13, gettin’ n+ggas whacked with a hand glock (uh!)
tried to run fast, but them switches make him moonwalk
hollows in his stomach, left that n+gga lookin’ too lost
they don’t want no smoke with us, that choppa make ’em panic
all my k!llers demons, when we slide, it’s like satanic (yeah)
tryna play tough? now his gang rockin’ hoodies
said he was a stepper, now that boy just a gofundme

- fredo bang lyrics

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