Rowdy Rebel - No Pressure (feat. Fetty Luciano, Fivio Foreign, Rah Swish) lyrics

Brr, ayy, ayy
I tell 'em "Fuck", ayy (It's never, no)
It's never
(It's never, no) it's never no pressure

It's never no way, it's never no pressure
(It's never no pressure)
You know how we look, start off the Tesla (Bah)
Niggas don't play with my team
They know better (Baow, baow, baow)
She tell me to come and fuck
Her off this cold weather
I tell her to put that shit together
(Come here, huh?)
Valentino for the sweater, oh
Met the bitch at Coachella
She was fucked up, 'til a nigga met her
2014, I was in the trenches with
My feelings, steppin' in my Margiela's, oh
Makin' all the opps jealous
Fuck they gon' tell us


When we all rebellious?
My top shooter paid off, brand new Wraith
Skate off i hit the gas and take off
I heard that boy was broke, I laid off
We hit your block with a Glock
Took his face off shootin' like Kyrie
And this is the play-off's
If he ain't on timin'
Then he better stay off
'Cause all that timin', nigga, we stay on
We take no days off

Huh, yeah (Huh, yeah)
And we ain't comin' to lose, nah
Huh, yeah, catch a case, yeah
And I go to court in a suit (Baow)
Huh, said he ain't gon' (What?)
That's just accordin' to you (Baow)
My son six months, look (Baow)
Already told him to shoot (Baow)
I pull up on him at GT's (Skrrt)
Nigga, I'm in a bully, we three deep
Nigga, she'll be lost if she
Leave me, nah, nigga
She keep on sayin' she need me, yeah
Nigga, what you expected?
(What you expected?)
Huh, yeah, what you expected?
(What you expected?)
Huh, she get me horny, I'm catchin' erections
Spillin' her heart and
She tellin' confessions
I need two bitches to have sex with
I gotta move different with a weapon
She on my body, just give me a second
And I gotta stay on top of my investments
Ah (Woo) yeah, yeah
I gotta stay on top of my investments
Huh, yeah, huh?
I gotta stay on top of my investments

Uh, look how the stepper step out
Too deep with a TEC out
I heard the opps on somethin', be cautious
Nigga we'll see on the lead out
Tell my shooter "Don't out the car"
Tell that nigga to get out
I'm in the car with two chops
I'ma stick the one with the
One in the head out (Grr, baow)
Nine shots, let me pop shit (Pop shit)
How you a eater, ain't drop shit?
(You ain't dropped shit)
If I'm in the middle
This 40 gon' clam out the crowd
Like I'm startin' a moshpit (Baow)
I got a thing for the bitches
That fuck with the opps
So they callin' me toxic (Treesha)
Keep a knocker when I'm shoppin'
Booted, like PJ took on the Rockets, uh
Casamigos sippin', give me the hiccups
(Hiccups)
We hit that boy, he ain't get up (Brr, brr)
My lil' brodie caught a body
If they give him bail
Then we puttin' a crib up (Haha)
Pull up a four-horse to the telly
I'm in the four door, me and Fetty
I'm makin' one call when I'm ready, headshot
Turn his skull to spaghetti (Baow)

When it's war
Niggas don't ever mention my name (Brrr)
Tell her "Suck the marni", nigga
Fuck the fame (Baow)
Bust down the Patek, I don't want it plane
Dripped in Designer, that's how it came
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Rich crib, but I still catch
A stain, did six years, ain't shit changed
Still hit licks, still switch lanes
In a big body, nigga, quit playin'
Huh, I tell my shooter "Don't shoot"
(I'm trippin') matter of fact, scratch that
(Huh?) I tell that nigga to pass that, brrr
I'm in a fast car, that's a Hellcat
I know they can not catch that (Skrrt)
Nigga, it's never no pressure
How we losin'? Nigga, we never let up
My diamonds low, I gotta watch for the set-up
Switch the game, hop out, any weather
(Switch game)
We movin' on niggas, stompin' on steppers
(On steppers)
He move on, then that boy gettin' wet up
(Shiesty) we got the streets in tunes
We the ones that really speak the truth
(On God)
Might hop in a sprinter and leave the coupe
(Fuck it)
Shh, don't need to shoot (Grr, grr, baow)