Letra de Pressure Bust Pipes
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run the 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 your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch, need to re so I'm loaded
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 mills
I took a chancе and rolled the dice
All thеse rap niggas act so weird
I got bodies in that field, ain't tattle-taled
She hit my line and I might slide
Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the deal
Now I got her in my bed witnessing my skills
Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos
I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh
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
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run the 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 your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch, need to re so 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 mills
All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the jail
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
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'm Aaliyah
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 the 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 your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch, need to re so 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 mills
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch, need to re so I'm loaded
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 mills
I took a chancе and rolled the dice
All thеse rap niggas act so weird
I got bodies in that field, ain't tattle-taled
She hit my line and I might slide
Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the deal
Now I got her in my bed witnessing my skills
Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos
I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh
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
Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
Try to run the 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 your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch, need to re so 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 mills
All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the jail
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
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'm Aaliyah
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 the 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 your focus
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this bitch, need to re so 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 mills
