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pressure - fwc big key & rio da young og lyrics

(yeah, its rio, n*gga
what up key? cash gang sh*t
let’s tell ’em something
boyz, n*gga)

[rio da yung og]
i got a pint of red and a four, lets drink 20 lines
whip the strap out on a n*gga, shoot him 20 times
i black out on a n*gga, beat him till he die
i’m hallucinating, i only see that b*tch when i’m high
if it’s a problem with the opps n*gga we gon slide
if cash gang pop him first, me and key gon’ fight
just let me pop the n*gga first to make sure he gon’ die
then yall could shoot his dead body twice or three more times

[fwc big key]
rio you my n*gga you can pop him just ’cause yall [?]
we just did a n*gga dirtier than yall water (flint)
if it’s beef, we watchin’ yo momma we what you call stalkers
step back and get to shootin’ likе jamal crawford
it’s big key i’m the youngest n*gga trippin
if you book mе for a show then you gotta book the pistol, n*gga
all my n*ggas busting they won’t let me be a victim
if an opp get dropped i either did it or i sent ’em

[rio da yung og]
aye i got an old ass k with two 30 clips
gave him hiv i hit his ass with a dirty d*ck (no h0m*)
i got a pint of red in a duece, ima take 30 sips
plus a half of brick of soft, b*tch that’s a 36
in the worst position i use glocks cause they work the best
swipe a pair of gucci tiger shoes with the shirt to match
bought my b*tch chanel slippers with the purse to match
i have her up the glock 26 and murk yo ass
[fwc big key]
put the pistol to his back i burp yo ass
40 got one in the head i durk yo ass
subtract a n*gga whole team i was the worst in math
my b*tch got a mini draco in her birkin bag
rio blowin runtz in the whip i ain’t smokin
then shot him in the shoulder off the lean i ain’t dro
b*tch leave that purse at the crib i ain’t broke
yeah, b*tch, i get a lot of bread i ain’t dough (get it)

[rio da yung og]
me and key just linked up, somebody getting dropped
make a n*gga lean when i bust, i’m shootin zips of wock
i drop 1800 sh*lls out two different glocks
so many rounds i could shoot from 12 to 6 o’clock
a eight in one sprite, it’s getting flat, i need a different pop
you want a page out this book i’m boutta rip it out
load the drum up, fl!ck the chop and hit a n*gga top
[?] in a fn, i could k!ll a cop

[fwc big key]
i make a n*gga have a dream like he doctor king
i rap n*ggas get the blues like they got some beams
my strap it’s a lil rusty but i’m not with veeze
my cap a do a n*gga bold if he not with me
my glock full of bald heads b*tch shout out to [?]
come through hitting everybody b*tch the glock a freak
if you not f*cking everybody b*tch you gotta leave
spent a loose 30 for the kit b*tch shout out to key
[rio da yung og]
aye, listen you n*ggas broke yall can’t get to me
pop you in the tailbone with the heat, you can’t sit with me
get the bag and hustle by myself, sell my zips for 3
n*gga get off this trampoline, you can’t flip with me
i’m from flint, but i’m plugged with fwc
my n*gga key the undertaker, wwe
payed cash for these big g’s but i punched the jeans
a n*gga sting me? he gon die like a honeybee

[fwc big key]
(n*gga, cash gang sh*t
my strap is a lil rusty but i’m not with veeze
if you not f*cking everybody b*tch you gotta leave)

- fwc big key rio da young og lyrics

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