Jackboy, Fredo Bang - Pressure Bust Pipes lyrics

(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)

Whatever you do
You cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run your routes
I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well
I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit
When you out here focused
Pressure bust pipes
But not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch
Need a reason to load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day
Would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day
That shit help mе see mil's

I took a chance and rolled the dicе
(Rolled the dice)
All these rap niggas act so weird
I got bodies in that field
Ain't tattle taled
She hit my line and I might slide
(I might slide)
Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the deal
(Bitch) now I got her in my
Bed witnessing my skills, uh, uh
Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos
(Legos) i shape up all these
Killers like some Play-Doh
(I don't play, though)
Stuck between the streets and this rap shit
Like two slices of bread, I'm the mayo
Know I'm smiling but I don't play though
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Whatever you do
You cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run your routes
I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well
I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit
When you out here focused
Pressure bust pipes
But not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch
Need a reason to load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day
Would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day
That shit help me see mil's

All day off in the booth
Help me make it up out the 'jects
I been up grinding with no sleep
Feel like I don't even got time to rest
I been struggling all my life
I done finally got me a check
Young rich nigga
I could flood my necklace with baguettes
Fifteen hunnid on my kicks
That's how you 'posed to step
And none of you niggas
Ain't seeing me, bitch, i got the belt
Like John Cena, but I
Ain't doing no fighting
This a gun inside my Bimmer
Nigga run up on me crazy, I'ma leave ya'
NFL, I'm in that field
I catch you slipping, i'm let go
You niggas ain't got no bread
Y'all need to catch up, no tomato
And that chopper rip your ass apart
Suggest you stay out my way though
'Cause all a nigga know is bang
Would've thought my first name Fredo

Whatever you do
You cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run your routes
I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well
I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit
When you out here focused
Pressure bust pipes
But not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch
Need to reason to load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day
Would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day
That shit help me see mil's