"4Some (Pressure)" lyrics
CEO Trayle & Dubba-AA Lyrics
(D2AG)
Yeah
(Dubba-AA flex)
Don't forget Backdoor, Backdoor at all, nigga
Ayy, ayy, them 223s, I'm spinnin' at tall niggas
Ayy (This is the sound)
Tell that nigga to go back door somethin'
Uh, Backdoor and three bitches, that's a foursome
Yeah, yeah, I ain't go back home 'til 'bout four somethin'
Yeah, ayy, that bitch gave me dome, swear she know somethin
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I ain't have to backdoor, backdoor none of these hoes somethin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, niggas ain't really my friends, these nigga bailed on me
Ayy, ayy, nigga, that's not my homie, nigga, that's Phil homie
Ayy, poured a four 'cause I just like the way it feel on me
Uh, ayy, I ain't have to tell that bad bitch to feel on me
Ayy, ayy, just chill homie
Ayy, ayy, Backdoor big dog, can't play me like I'm lil' homie
Ayy, ayy, tell these niggas that's not blue or green, that's teal on me
Ayy, ayy, I was clappin' 'cause the seal on me
Ayy, ayy, he backin' just to chill with me (Ayy)
Free brother 'cause he caught a case, he'd be here today (Ayy)
Nigga know if I come all this way, I'ma need the safe
I miss my bitch whenever we separate, hundred shots, he'll levitate
Ayy, diamonds with that pressure plate, ayy, ayy, it's Backdoor, I high speed the chase
Ayy, ayy, I don't stop at red lights or the signs either
I'm tryna go get a label deal so I can sign people
Ayy, ayy, that nigga say, "You remember me? You used to have it cheaper"
Ayy, ayy, I quit the kitchen and left the pot alone to do it legal
Ayy, ayy, that bitch thought it was cheaper to keep her, but it's cheaper to leave her
Ayy, ayy,. I need a part two with them bitches, I need a motherfuckin' sequel
Ayy, ayy, nigga think 'cause we fucked the same hoes that make him equal
Ayy, ayy, ayy, nigga, I'm cut from a different cloth than you, watch who the fuck you talkin' to
Ayy, 5K, I come walkin' through
Nigga play with me, I up and shoot
Uh, Shaquille O'Neal, I dunk it too
Uh, uh, I be in the paint, Tim Duncan too
Remember the plays we was runnin' through, remember the days we had nonthin' to do
Ayy, ayy, I done blessed my son in two
Ayy, 108, nigga, who is you?
(This is the sound)
Yeah
(Dubba-AA flex)
Don't forget Backdoor, Backdoor at all, nigga
Ayy, ayy, them 223s, I'm spinnin' at tall niggas
Ayy (This is the sound)
Tell that nigga to go back door somethin'
Uh, Backdoor and three bitches, that's a foursome
Yeah, yeah, I ain't go back home 'til 'bout four somethin'
Yeah, ayy, that bitch gave me dome, swear she know somethin
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I ain't have to backdoor, backdoor none of these hoes somethin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, niggas ain't really my friends, these nigga bailed on me
Ayy, ayy, nigga, that's not my homie, nigga, that's Phil homie
Ayy, poured a four 'cause I just like the way it feel on me
Uh, ayy, I ain't have to tell that bad bitch to feel on me
Ayy, ayy, just chill homie
Ayy, ayy, Backdoor big dog, can't play me like I'm lil' homie
Ayy, ayy, tell these niggas that's not blue or green, that's teal on me
Ayy, ayy, I was clappin' 'cause the seal on me
Ayy, ayy, he backin' just to chill with me (Ayy)
Free brother 'cause he caught a case, he'd be here today (Ayy)
Nigga know if I come all this way, I'ma need the safe
I miss my bitch whenever we separate, hundred shots, he'll levitate
Ayy, diamonds with that pressure plate, ayy, ayy, it's Backdoor, I high speed the chase
Ayy, ayy, I don't stop at red lights or the signs either
I'm tryna go get a label deal so I can sign people
Ayy, ayy, that nigga say, "You remember me? You used to have it cheaper"
Ayy, ayy, I quit the kitchen and left the pot alone to do it legal
Ayy, ayy, that bitch thought it was cheaper to keep her, but it's cheaper to leave her
Ayy, ayy,. I need a part two with them bitches, I need a motherfuckin' sequel
Ayy, ayy, nigga think 'cause we fucked the same hoes that make him equal
Ayy, ayy, ayy, nigga, I'm cut from a different cloth than you, watch who the fuck you talkin' to
Ayy, 5K, I come walkin' through
Nigga play with me, I up and shoot
Uh, Shaquille O'Neal, I dunk it too
Uh, uh, I be in the paint, Tim Duncan too
Remember the plays we was runnin' through, remember the days we had nonthin' to do
Ayy, ayy, I done blessed my son in two
Ayy, 108, nigga, who is you?
(This is the sound)
Writer(s): Aaron David Lockhart Jr., Justin Trayle Bell, Donald Watts
