Ras Beats, Roc Marciano - Wit No Pressure lyrics
[Ras Beats, Roc Marciano - Wit No Pressure lyrics]
With no pressure
Five birds thrown in the compressor
Silk shirts in the leather dresser
My predecessor's on a stretcher
Cuban heiffer
Finesse her like I'm Hugh Hefner
Possess her, candy apple red Tesla
Check the texture
Silky as my connect' Hector
With Malcolm X on the projector
Cognac, fuck in every sex
Position in the zodiac
Smooth like the way Goldy act
Send a ho at your ass
You wake up like 'yo where my rollie at'
Protect the homies with the goalie mask
Then mosie past
And bust the same guns Monster Kody blast
You rockin ponies with your phony ass
You know me as
I don't even give Sauconys a pass
I'm complex like Napoleon has
I'm sittin cozy in Jags
You sittin lonely in a sodium bath
My bitch trophy, Hawaiian Sophie, waistline
Lit up a bogie, your flow to me is karaoke
The pad is smoky and my back is soapy
My whole cult be like Aleister Crowley
Cats that know me know I blast toolies
And take baths with the uzi
Slim bitch but her ass juicy
Y2c, two seats in the coupe soupy
Red top Danny Bonaduce
BBS, no BS, green CLS, PS: my necklace VVS
V-necks, still got a sweet left
Shake your world up, yellin 'turn up'
Niggas'll send you home like a turnip
Dipped the L, lit the sherm up
Spliffs burn up
Niggas turn up looking hurt up
Flip birds, kick dirt up, lick shots
Split the herd up
The bullshit you're kickin don't concern us
I hold a MAC-10 like Vinny the Chin
My pen color Indian skin
Tires on Milleniums spin
Back when I was skinny and thin
Wished death 'Many Men'
I'm feelin like 50 Cent
My cowboy boots come with the six shooter
Chain from Cuba, my watch game Franck Muller
Peace to my jeweller, the black ruger
Twist buddha
Hit the puma, better than later nigga sooner
Five birds thrown in the compressor
Silk shirts in the leather dresser
My predecessor's on a stretcher
Cuban heiffer
Finesse her like I'm Hugh Hefner
Possess her, candy apple red Tesla
Check the texture
Silky as my connect' Hector
With Malcolm X on the projector
Cognac, fuck in every sex
Position in the zodiac
Smooth like the way Goldy act
Send a ho at your ass
You wake up like 'yo where my rollie at'
Protect the homies with the goalie mask
Then mosie past
And bust the same guns Monster Kody blast
You rockin ponies with your phony ass
You know me as
I don't even give Sauconys a pass
I'm complex like Napoleon has
I'm sittin cozy in Jags
You sittin lonely in a sodium bath
My bitch trophy, Hawaiian Sophie, waistline
Lit up a bogie, your flow to me is karaoke
The pad is smoky and my back is soapy
My whole cult be like Aleister Crowley
Cats that know me know I blast toolies
And take baths with the uzi
Slim bitch but her ass juicy
Y2c, two seats in the coupe soupy
Red top Danny Bonaduce
BBS, no BS, green CLS, PS: my necklace VVS
V-necks, still got a sweet left
Shake your world up, yellin 'turn up'
Niggas'll send you home like a turnip
Dipped the L, lit the sherm up
Spliffs burn up
Niggas turn up looking hurt up
Flip birds, kick dirt up, lick shots
Split the herd up
The bullshit you're kickin don't concern us
I hold a MAC-10 like Vinny the Chin
My pen color Indian skin
Tires on Milleniums spin
Back when I was skinny and thin
Wished death 'Many Men'
I'm feelin like 50 Cent
My cowboy boots come with the six shooter
Chain from Cuba, my watch game Franck Muller
Peace to my jeweller, the black ruger
Twist buddha
Hit the puma, better than later nigga sooner