"LBSOFPRESSURE" lyrics

Huh, yeah
Pounds of the pressure, yeah, bottles of the—, yeah

Pounds of the pressure, yeah, bottles of the X, yeah
Damn, my bitch sexy, yeah, damn, I'm gon' flex, yeah
Codeine, I'm gon' pour up, sip Henny 'til she throw up
Damn, I keep on goin' up, 'bout time they can't ignore us

Send bricks from Daygo out to Florida, your shorty finna go with us
Your shorty on the floor with us, yeah, I love soda
Like I got buildings fallin' down on me and 911 Porsches
Baby, what's your frown with me? I told you I ignored it
I just wanna be happy and you don't want me pourin' up
I only got two ounces left and I ain't tryna pour it

Pounds of the pressure, yeah, bottles of the X, yeah
Damn, my bitch sexy, yeah, damn, I'm gon' flex, yeah
Codeine, I'm gon' pour up, sip Henny 'til she throw up
Not gon' lie, I feel like Sosa, I'm candy whippin' sober

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Denim McQueen
Alexander, what the fuck do you mean?
I put my bitch in some brand new Celine
Some new-new Celine
Do you want me, baby? Say what you mean
She said to treat me good like I treat the fiends
I play piano, but bae, these ain't them type of keys, you know what I mean
I try to get her inside of the big limousine, it's fit for a king