Foolio - Pain & Pressure lyrics

I put that on gang, boy
If you speak on my name
That come with insurance and stretchers
All my niggas thuggin'
I know I'm handsome as hell
But baby girl, my past ugly my cup muddy
I'm numb to the pain and the pressure
'Bout Bibby, we goin' extra
Can't wait 'til we catch 'em
Surrounded by shooters and steppers
I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter

I'm steppin' on leaks, bitch
And who fuckin' with me?
Who got them choppers like me
Rockin' like me?
Who catchin' bodies like me?
Shoot up the 'partment like
Me? Slidin' with three
I got my eyes on his Jeep
'cause this bitch here lookin' creep
223, kill for Osama
I guarantee that nigga killin' for me
We pull up and hurt shit, thuggin'
Like BG, that No Limit, turk shit
This Perc' hit
RIP durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit
My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch
Fuck all the opps, bitch
That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit
I'm gettin' their block hit
Lowkey in the Scat
Back-to back stolos and splats
Back-to back, touring Jack
This shit forever, I swear, boy
We need some medals
'Cause war, we dominate that
I'm still in the bricks
Young nigga still on the Six
Young nigga still hittin' licks
Still got a Glick
Just got a million dollar deal and we
Still on the block with the shit's (Uh)
Flexed up on my ex (Uh)
Fresh off a jet and went
Straight to the 'jects
That shit's on my neck (Wow)
Fell back from that fake shit
And ran up a check
That thot, she a bopper (Damn)
Post up in the trap, got choppers on choppers
Niggas know how we rockin'
Any time of the day, we can get shit poppin'

I put that on gang, boy
If you speak on my name
That come with insurance and stretchers
All my niggas thuggin'
I know I'm handsome as hell
But baby girl, my past ugly my cup muddy
I'm numb to the pain and the pressure
'Bout Bibby, we goin' extra
Can't wait 'til we catch 'em
Surrounded by shooters and steppers
I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter

We pull up and hurt shit, thuggin'
Like BG, that No Limit, turk shit
This Perc' hit
RIP durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit
My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch
Fuck all the opps, bitch
That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit
I'm gettin' their block hit
We pull up and hurt shit, thuggin'
Like BG, that No Limit, turk shit
This Perc' hit
RIP durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit
My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch
Fuck all the opps, bitch
That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit
I'm gettin' their block hit
(Their block hit) ayy