Pressure (feat. LulDaniel)

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Dukeee

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We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep 
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep 
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat 
My shooter my shooter I know He won't blink 
My bitch got the ruger make a nigga think 
They think we intruders how we hit the scene 
Don't f*ck wit nobody everybody green 
Two shots for the boy I hit em with the beam 

I be in the trap trynna run my racks Up 
And I'm having runts for a zip it's a rack boy 
Try to buck the jack get shot in ya back boy 
Pour me up a four and then I move like a fat boy 
They be like getty mob this and getty mob that 
Getty mob toat sticks getty mob gone clap 
Drop a bag on the opps head I just put a price on it 
Ak forty seven with a beam put a knife on it

Nigga say I ain't the one put ya life on it 
We can wet this bitch up got the stick with the light on it 
Found me some money and bitch I got right on it
I ain't whip my dick out for this bitch to just bite on it 
First nigga play out this bitch getting hit 
Really ain't stun no bitch ain't got time for no fits
Bitch we popping we dropping Still putting out hits 
Oh he talking we pop him wit a full out blitz 

A lot of niggas hating but ain't Getting no money if it's smoke 
I ain't Dropping no beef run it 
Anything I done said on a beat done it 
Anybody sus look creep burn him Boy you ain't trapping who the f*ck y'all served 
Lame ass nigga who the f*ck y'all murk 
Hit a nigga block with a hundred shots then skrrt 
The nigga died he was right by a church 

I think the bitch died cause she told me she hurt 
I ain't tripping on bitches that I done hit first 
No I won't step in the party ain't trynna get searched 
Nigga keep playing retarded I bet he be dirt 
Why the opps keep on asking my people for shirts
Oh don't give my your addy that shit gone be worst 
We don't do all that static your shit will get blown off 
Nigga lacking can't call his dawg cause his phone off 

Catch a nigga lacking set his ass a fire 
Gotta shoot his ass first cause his ass gone cry 
Clean up the scene real quick then slide 
Nigga dissing getty mob but his home boy died
I ain't tripping bout my opps cause they ass in the sky
I ain't seen my opps since his pussy ass died
And your homies a bitch cause them niggas ain't slide
We tore up they shit boy them niggas couldn't drive 

We got snipers everywhere these niggas can't hide
I ain't fucking no thot bitch boy she got hives 
Make me call up lil one way I know he gone ride
And when twelve pulled me over he know I was fried 
I won't pull up unless I got that backend 
We got that shit in rotation pussy boy just tap in 
Running the city know we got them racks in 
He wanna be silly you gone catch a back hand 
Running through bitches nigga that was back then 
Nigga say that he on that tell that boy do that then
 Put a nigga house in a blender with a mac ten 
I didn't pull up in a rental this my fin Knock that boy off okay that was my sin 
We gone chop that boy top for playing wit big ben 
He gone talk that lil talk won't say shit when we spin 
We gone put his ass up and throw him on the deep end 

It's me lil duke a bitch and her three friends 
We sliding in a splat with a Strap and like three bands 
We just hit a plug in your hood for like three p's
I hang with bloods and crips and a Few g's
I whip the dope in the pot and make blue cheese 
Run up on getty get put in a loose leaf 
What happened to ya dawg he got put on a white tee 
Get shot in your shit Talking bout you finna fight me 

We get after that shit yea we dropping them bags off 
Hit the mall and we ball we popping them tags off 
We ain't never gone fall we got all the damn sauce 
Do that shit to the tee we don't need us no damn floss 
Got this shit up and running we don't need us no damn boss 
Fourth down shit we ain't punting we taking our mask off 
Dropping bangers on bangers and shit we gone Blast off 
He got all that money but he tripping bout the damn cost
Young nigga shit i be trapping out the damn house 
Gotta have my gun before I step up out the damn house
If this shit ain't fun then yo ass need to cut it out 
Talking bout she love me But I found out she was muttered out
Pull up to the south just to motherfucking hang out 
I got trust in my gang I know they gone bang out 
Make a nigga mad in this bitch we gone air out 
Hit after hit til they motherfucking play it out

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