Pressed (feat. Honey Cocaine) - Tyga

Rap don’t work, I’m a wolverine

Ni*ga's honey make you desert, wash it down with some liqour

Li-lit up, the pill make a b*tch turn flipper

You so um, all on the bottom of my zipper

I Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah

Pinocchio rappers man, all I see is liars (Ahh!)

Rough riders, gang nig*as, kush buyers

Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers

My religion, plenty women no choirs

They call me the royal penis, they’re highness

For when they give it up, pour it up, leave it wit' us

Eatin' my dust, you bustas dusty still on the bus

Truly quick, pick her up or you ain’t bad, you ain’t nothing

All my nig*as eatin' like the last supper, ni*ga

Uhh!

(Ahh!)

Why you b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Open up the gate, all I do is press four (press four)

Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (fist for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Wh-why you b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for) (yeah)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol

Uhh!

Don’t make me pull out my pistol

T-Dot that seaside my b*tch is official

Get rich or take it cause that is a ritual

This b*tch was talkin' I had to come visual

I don’t like to lose it’s bad habits

All my bitches loyal and true and no fashion (fashion)

My nig*as holdin' the juice, they all strappin'

Sleepin' on me, hatin me dude I’m straight gassin' (gassin')

Everything I’m in is luxury (luxury)

Them other hoes know they can’t f*ck wit' me (fuck wit' me)

B*tch look me in the face when you stunt on me (stunt on me)

Better ask a weak ho try to front on me (front on me) ha-ha

Now tell me where that b*tch at, that b*tch a*s

All this good food, I’m surprised I ain’t get fat

Wake up then 'urn up then turn up the sh*t fast (fast)

I’m coming through with that pistol you better get back, b*tch!

Ahh!

Why you bitches so pressed for?

(for)

Open up the gate all I do is press four (four)

Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Wh-why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol

If we get rowdy (yeah), all my ni*gas sorry (yeah)

Why you b*tches so burst for (burst for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)

If we got a problem (yeah), all my nig*as sorry (yeah)

Why you b*tches so burst for?

(burst for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)

Damn!

Hop up in my lap, get high (high)

Pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times)

Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times

Now it’s no more drama, it’s that Mary J Blige (Blige)

Yeah, I’m too high, chinky eyed (eyed)

Cherry vans, sweet red, red vines (vines)

Closed blinds, ni*ga you gets no shine

It’s my party nig*a I ain’t standin' in line!

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these b*tches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Wh-why you so pressed for?