Pressure - Robb Bank$

Who got that lean

Who got that Xan

Who got that perc

Who got that gas

Who got that bean

Right on the strap

Who wanna aim

Right at they back

Who got all that

Who in the trap

Who these lil' boys look at like the man

Who can fuck you and go fuck your friend

You fuck it up again and again lil' bitch

Tell me who apply the pressure my nigga who apply the pressure

24/7 I’m head first fuck nigga it don’t get no better

I told yo bitch I want head first vibe ho please don’t be bitter

Boy all these niggas looking bitter I pull up and I apply the pressure

I apply the pressure

Bitch I’m a beast, bitch I’m the goat

Got a zero, seen the C-Note

You not in my class, boy I’m self-taught

Come to Fo Block, you getting dropped off

Young Femto fucked these hoes like I’m in love

Still Klitschko, I can’t hit without a glove

Laugh when I shoot

Hundreds they blew

Late night with that drum like the mofuckin Roots

And you know the phone

Know Babybone

Know Indigo

You know Kie Mo

You know Kiron

You know Iceman

You know Juiceman

Free Bam till I’m gone

And you know spread on em like baguette with the dough

Run up you get stomped, take your ass back to the post

(Boy check ya pulse)

I used to be standing on the streets with the nicks, slay a Princess off the

armor

Invested so much into Fanta, I fucked the Fantana bitch outta commercials

Inside Sasuke, the outside Naruto, a nigga chakra flow Orochimaru

Hiraikotsu with the karma

Who the fuck want it with Madara, bitch

Who got that lean

Who got that Xan

Who got that perc

Who got that gas

Who got that bean

Right on the strap

Who wanna aim

Right at they back

Who got all that

Who in the trap

Who these lil' boys look at like the man

Who can fuck you and go fuck your friend

You fuck it up again and again lil' bitch

Tell me who apply the pressure my nigga who apply the pressure

24/7 I’m head first fuck nigga it don’t get no better

I told yo bitch I want head first dawg please don’t be bitter

Boy all these niggas looking bitter I pull up and I apply the pressure

I apply the pressure

2phoneshawty in the coupe, coupe, coupe

South Florida never lose, lose, lose, lose

My face gated yours I can’t let you through, through, through, through

Used to call Xavier Wulf Ethelwulf my nigga, who, who, who, who?

Stunt on that nigga, stunt on that nigga

I thought that I told you we solid my nigga

Savage Life, I for life it my nigga

Went broke and switched, followed that light my nigga

Ride on that nigga, ride on that nigga

Your favorite rapper a fuckin lie my nigga

Bitch, I’m 100 shit percent 'til the end of time I’ll go get my nigga

You not the phone, you not the phone

You a prank call fuck nigga got em

Full time sipper but you drinking on the Watson

Real life rat, we’ll make you play possum

And if I snap you disappear by tomorrow

I hold it down that’s the end of the story

Told it to God in all of his glory

I still walk up and get boo’d like muthafuckin' Maury

Fuck whatever they on, repeat they self when they talk

Can’t even convince yourself, bet God laughs at you often

All these niggas just trying to get money when you catch 'em in person

Ran up my sack for the purge

Nigga come and get you some work

Who got that lean

Who got that Xan

Who got that perc

Who got that gas

Who got that bean

Right on the strap

Who wanna aim

Right at they back

Who got all that

Who in the trap

Who these lil' boys look at like the man

Who can fuck you and go fuck your friend

You fuck it up again and again lil' bitch

Tell me who apply the pressure my nigga, who apply the pressure

24/7 I’m head first fuck nigga it don’t get no better

I told yo bitch I want head first, vibe ho please don’t be bitter

Boy all these niggas looking bitter, I pull up and I apply the pressure I apply

the pressure