Bricc Baby, Kid Ink - No Pressure lyrics
[Bricc Baby, Kid Ink - No Pressure lyrics]
Yeah, woah, hahh, hahh, hahh alright
I'm so heavy in the game
My pockets got a little weight
I'm so heavy with the chain
Feel like my neck about to break
When here come the champagne
I'ma drink fast live a little
Nigga check your pace
You try'na battle in the club
Play your cards right I know you
See them bottle of that Ace
Them bottles go to waste
Just got another 4 liters of chase
I been on hold all day
Them kinda' problems you probably
Just don't relate
Alright, I just try to keep it regular
But you niggas seem to
Keep on getting jealous
Alright, don't know what the lesson is
I'm doing me and you can keep
On doing lesser than it
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
I'm screaming fuck the competition
Son of a briccer always had a pot to piss in
Son of a briccer always had a part to whip it
I can show you how to stretch it
How to remix it
You can get a whole thing, yeah 36'n
And if a nigga wanna zip I
Serve it to him quick
I'm catching plays in the
Hood yeah I'm politicking
And if a nigga try to rap
I turn him to a victim
As-salamu alaykum, let him meat his maker
Hear the fat lady sing, Anita Baker
I mix the purple with the
Yellow now I'm sipping liquor
Me and money stick together
Like we blood related
Man, and I don't know about the pressure
I will never see The Great Depression
Batgang balling no recession
While y'all niggas stressing
I'm in the trap counting blessings
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
We've been getting to it no pressure
We've been getting to it no pressure
I'm so heavy in the game
My pockets got a little weight
I'm so heavy with the chain
Feel like my neck about to break
When here come the champagne
I'ma drink fast live a little
Nigga check your pace
You try'na battle in the club
Play your cards right I know you
See them bottle of that Ace
Them bottles go to waste
Just got another 4 liters of chase
I been on hold all day
Them kinda' problems you probably
Just don't relate
Alright, I just try to keep it regular
But you niggas seem to
Keep on getting jealous
Alright, don't know what the lesson is
I'm doing me and you can keep
On doing lesser than it
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
I'm screaming fuck the competition
Son of a briccer always had a pot to piss in
Son of a briccer always had a part to whip it
I can show you how to stretch it
How to remix it
You can get a whole thing, yeah 36'n
And if a nigga wanna zip I
Serve it to him quick
I'm catching plays in the
Hood yeah I'm politicking
And if a nigga try to rap
I turn him to a victim
As-salamu alaykum, let him meat his maker
Hear the fat lady sing, Anita Baker
I mix the purple with the
Yellow now I'm sipping liquor
Me and money stick together
Like we blood related
Man, and I don't know about the pressure
I will never see The Great Depression
Batgang balling no recession
While y'all niggas stressing
I'm in the trap counting blessings
I don't know about the pressure
Got money on the dresser
You've been try'na stay relevant, and
We've been getting to it no pressure
We've been getting to it no pressure
We've been getting to it no pressure