"No Pressure" lyrics

"No Pressure"
(feat. Louie Lennon)

No pressure...

Diamond on me no pressure
Bad hoes it's no pressure
Foreign car it's no pressure
Forty Glock no pressure
My trunk nockin
My broad bopping
Pocket rocket no pressure
My wrist is rocky no pressure
I rock Versace no pressure
Like um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Ain't no pressure baby

No pressure yes sir
I am sitting up in the Tesla
My choppa I named it Vanessa
You gon' walk in my house and see that thang on the dresser
Soon as you try me you mess up
You gon' get wet up
I'm 'a shoot you from ya neck up
Go tell them niggas to bet up
Dro got a flow it's so nasty that thang it need a check up
Blue 'rarri, black bitch, black car, black Versace, black sticks
Gold range, gold chain, gold teeth, gold Glock, go lane
Old dope, hoe broke, hoe hope, order keys, whole thang
I'm really a dealer
I hang with the kills
Breakfast club you know I eat with sharlamae
Indian angler heat
Chevy got pamper seats
This ain't mink this panda b
I can't see a nigga handling me
Foreign car V12 bitch I know how to handle a V
I'm bossing a nigga
Out-flow me that's impossible nigga
Jungle flow
Tropical nigga
Actually you a talk of a nigga
And the stick got legs on the gat that make the gat walk up a nigga

Diamond on me no pressure
Bad hoes it's no pressure
Foreign car it's no pressure
Forty Glock no pressure
My trunk nockin
My broad bopping
Pocket rocket no pressure
My wrist is rocky no pressure
I rock Versace no pressure
Like um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Ain't no pressure baby

[Louie Lennon:]
I drop the 4 in the Dr. Pepper
I'm constantly on money on my schedule
She ask for the stones in the Rollie bezel
She jumped out the Lambo right in the Tesla
I'm gon' off the rouses so plenty pressure
I know the lord got me so fuck the devil
I need a dose of that holy drank
So many blue hundreds can't fold the bank
All of this gold like I'm shaba rack
I pour up 4 and sit back and thank
I jump out the 'rarri and rush the mink
My bitch she a baller bitch what you think
I started with dreams and ambition
You fuck with a team and go be missing
It's grit game yeah you better know
Bitch we got rich in the trenches

Diamond on me no pressure
Bad hoes it's no pressure
Foreign car it's no pressure
Forty Glock no pressure
My trunk nockin
My broad bopping
Pocket rocket no pressure
My wrist is rocky no pressure
I rock Versace no pressure
Like um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Ain't no pressure baby

Trick coming harder than a motherfucking bulletproof vest
I leave 50 bullets in ya chest
If the crowd start rambling and everybody scrabbling
Black and yellow tape so you know the thing gramblin
I been in the block tho all up in Tokyo
Choppa make hit a nigga and make him walk like polio
Break a bitch now the hoe got scolio
When the x came out I been rolling like a polio
I rock the time piece you lease is naughty
I was dead broke me and mamma ate sardines
Now I'm in the Chevy paint same color sardines
And my bitch from Arabia Saudi
Fuck you nigga gotta pay me doe sadi
And our money real old like Atari
Double shot minimum
You dealing with a general
Guess who I got in this Bentley thotties

Diamond on me no pressure
Bad hoes it's no pressure
Foreign car it's no pressure
Forty Glock no pressure
My trunk nockin
My broad bopping
Pocket rocket no pressure
My wrist is rocky no pressure
I rock Versace no pressure
Like mm no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Um no pressure baby
No pressure baby
No pressure baby
Ain't no pressure baby


Thanks to Payroll for adding these lyrics.
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