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kmurda da steppa x djgangbeejay x pressure p - pressure lyrics

[chorus 1: kmurda da steppa]
all bumpas in the fusion, glock 40 it’s filled with blue tips
jay on the lock, don’t cap on nephs next day he on a news clip
can’t burn the whip, pull in the ally we gone hop on feet
don’t f+ck with nox, keep my 40, this big glock 23
them n+ggas cappin, they be in the house but love too dis
no leg shooters every goofy got hit in his sh+t
won’t catch me walking, i keep my hamma i can’t get nailed
i’m [?] glizzy won’t get caught at no sh+lls
walk out the stu i stay on point cause i can’t go like la
in the back seat big arp, this b+tch hit like a 12 gauge
we k!llin districts so fast don’t even get the call out
don’t run no mo, but them pressure’s don’t do sh+t but thеm walk downs
they all are cappin and rappin, that’s how rail got his sh+t slumped
catch him in traffic no rappin wе just gone let them sticks dump
hop out and f+ck the windsheild up, b+tch i make goofy’s stick
lil hot head rug got his name for gettin hit in his sh+t
djay make steppas speak on his name watch how you meet him
them 556’s gone hit him and break his sh+t to pieces
big catch and reck all summer till the goofy’s get on defense
pull up no muggin fake clutchin, if i up it i’m squeezin
late night out shoppin, vases down can’t see sh+t cause the 105
try to run this big glock 40 gone f+ck up yo insides
[?] doin the big bounce through traffic, i like how this b+tch drive
he say he [?] every day, just don’t come the strip side
[chorus 2: djgangbeejay]
slid on his block and we lurkin,9 on my side for the opps when i’m purgin
all on his side when we servin, let out a 10 and my glock get to twerkin
gang a po where you workin, he heard we got static and[?] got nervous
ar a 50 with flippin suburbans, i’m shootin this b+tch till the car get to swervin
7.62 put a goofy in park, fell in love with my [?] i love when it spark
can’t [?] and come out the dark, i call up them pressure’s you know they got art
we air sh+t out like tally’s on chart before i goin out b+tch i’m makin my mark
nah this ain’t no yoda b+tch we in the dark, hit the gas start screeching you hear this b+tch fart
i told you lil n+gga we sendin them blitz, you all in the way then you gettin hit
slide down when we slidin, can’t see in the tint
them b+tches be beggin, you ain’t gettin sh+t
when i was down bad i was hittin them l!cks, he tried to run and got hit with this fifth
i like [?] murder bendin them corners just watchin it drift
he dissin on djay i’m gettin him gone, the goofy’s know better don’t come in the zone
you slide down my block then you ain’t goin home, can’t go like im rely get hit in my dome
19 with the barrel grip and it’s strong, he say he be jiggin then i’m takin his phone
i’m only 16 but they like how i’m rappin, get in the booth spit the truth ain’t no cappin
we really be steppin we don’t do no act, you think that i’m fakin just catch us in traffic
pull up with car and them sleazy’s get to clappin, then we dash off disappear like it’s magic
i’m rolling up rely bro, pass me the tay tay, we bounce through the [?] with some glocks and a ak
no cap in my rappin b+tch i’m really a shooter , pull up on[?] like they callin a uber
[chorus 3:pressure p]
it’s big boss p d my lil man imma steppa
[?] i got white lightsol f+ck now i ain’t sellin pepper
i’m plug [?] in love with the fan, i just let the whole buck off extra
zo lackin that canon crash [?] the feds tryna take all of my pressure’s
zay box a man like a stall, imma f+ck him up like a cavity
smokin on goofy’s and happen i see the sneak dissin tell him catch me in traffic
lil moe still droppin like ravish tryna switch up get blood on your fabric
i’m just treatin the gun like d cappin, i’m all out the roof while i’m buckin they rappin
he ain’t get the buck buckin he lackin i took his b+tch cause he broke and ain’t packin
put 10 on his head this sh+t get tragic, well if it’s about bucks we can make somethin happen
ain’t talm bout finessing lil paper but fy told me how i can finesse a lil faster
bro put his sh+t on a sterin wheel so now yuh boy zeel on the way [?]
bumpa the bumpa’s smack lil bro bumpa then we hop out with them thunda’s
tree got the gas now she lil b+tch and right after that imma hump her
it’s me kmurda and [?] we still 3 deep in a tooda or honda
we on the hunt but can’t find em, when i catch bro imma cause lil trauma

- kmurda da steppa x djgangbeejay x pressure p lyrics

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