(It's Trax season bruh)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
You don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
Bitch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a bitch like me
You know these bitches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of shit
But don't want no pressure
She don't no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
She don't want no
If a nigga do me wrong, I gotta take him up and through there
Keep my niggas by the double
Bitch don't make me get a new pair
Paid, poppin', pretty and I don't care
You know they keep it light like you walking around on thin air
You scared to take a step, but I made them bitches walk
When I post up on the gram, I'mma make them bitches talk
Am I fucking wit' yo nigga, I'mma make them biches stalk
I got the game on lock but keep my niggas in a vault (Ah)
So much swag my boyfriend wanna be me
Ion give side bitch so his hoes can't see me
Don't hide behind the scenes
Make that nigga show you off
Cause I'm winnin' over here
I paid the cost to be the boss, Santana on the beat
Got the whole club speechless, walk em like a dog
But keep these niggas on they leashes
Chocolate like a Reeses, I stay in my pieces
I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
Bitch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a bitch like me
You know these bitches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of shit
But don't want no pressure
She don't no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
She don't want no
Pressure bust pipes, or creates diamonds
I ain't duckin' from no action, bitch I ain't hidin' (Nah)
Yeah, I'm outside and I'm with the shits
Antagonizing hatin' hoes, gonna drop a diss, silly bitch
My ass fat, you know, I'm the one, uno
Pussy take that nigga mind to Mars, bitch Bruno
Bitches love to hate
But in my presence givin' kudos
You bitches be too weird
And I ain't choppin' shit wit you hoes
Now check this, sick wrist, time froze
He spend, his cheese nachos
Prolly 'nother reason why you mad bitch (Mad)
You know I hate a mad hoe, I'm a glad bitch
In my bag bitch
Where your funds, where your whip?
You floggin' hard, you a trip
I got ya man, I ain't givin' him back
And take your side nigga too
That's what I call payback
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
Bitch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a bitch like me
You know these bitches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of shit
But don't want no pressure
She don't no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Aye, she don't want no
(It's Trax season bruh)
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