Officially Dee - Pressure Hit lyrics

A nigga know what up
Oh you mean the Soja dude?
I said a nigga know what up
Whole Lot Of 4 Shit whole Lot of TTK Shit

When pressure hit niggas tend to fold
But this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding
Cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a
Joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic
Ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em
All we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my niggas we gone blow that
Bag while we in the mall
Get yo bitch 'fore I take her then
I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my
Name we finna send a blitz

Niggas talkin' out they body I'm like
Who the hell is this?
Call up Trey and we gone make a
Play but first I call a bitch
Ask her to set the nigga up give
Her that bag then she can dip
Bitch you claim that you be steppin'
Catch you laying in yo crib
A nigga say that he want beef
But I'm aiming at his ribs
Body after body, another bag getting zipped
I could of sworn I told these pussy
Niggas 'fore to close they lips
They smile in my face like I don't
Know they wanna see me killed

When pressure hit niggas tend to fold
But this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding
Cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a
Joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic
Ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em
All we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my niggas we gone blow that
Bag while we in the mall
Get yo bitch 'fore I take her then
I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my
Name we finna send a blitz

I can't stop until my brothers
Got that bag too
Im saucing on a bitch nigga call me Ragu
Don't fuck with me beef last
Forever like a tattoo
And if yo' feature dirty bitch
Then imma tax you (on gang)

When pressure hit niggas tend to fold
But this the life I live (for real)
Shooters sliding but the opps they hiding
Cause we trained to kill (on gang)
Who want smoke cause I got a
Joe and yes tobacco kills (cough)
He a savage catch him up in traffic
Ask him how he feel
For that bag we gone get 'em
All we gone spin tomorrow
Wit my niggas we gone blow that
Bag while we in the mall
Get yo bitch 'fore I take her then
I pass her through the clique
And that's on gang if you say my
Name we finna send a blitz