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pressure - rizzy rackz lyrics

[verse 1: rizzy rackz]
turn up the beat imma turn up the streets
turnt up the heat and im still in the kitchen
i can’t retreat imma do it a lil different
made up my mind i done made it my mission
i gotta hit it i can’t go for missing
i can’t go for nothing i just gotta get it
she all on me cause she knowin im winnin
& loving the way i be standin on business
imma real artist dese words like graffiti
she look at me like she just wanna eat me
write in the air and its like you can see it
im playing it fair the streets really need me
i got what you need if you need to get feeded
i put the p in the power of the people
im passing out ps like a maf*ckin teacher
its power in my words like im up in here preaching
been going dumb now im bout to go dumber
im trynna go up and take over a summer
you want you a winner bih i been a wonner
i dont gotta shoot now i bought me a gunner
i can’t rock witcha you look a lil chatty
loose at the lips you gone give up the status
bringing em in we gone break em and bag em
ain’t too much sh*t we can’t say we ain’t having
straight out the hood gotta crazy lil baddy
pullin out weapons like inspector gadget
i can’t love you if you dont love me more
i gotta know its fa sho we a go
[chorus]
diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure
diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure

[verse 2: fnf chop]
bust down my neck trying to blind em with diamonds
they like how im shining they hitting
i spent a hundred on jewelry
if im lying then im flying and i can’t tell the time on my wrist
rocking all type of designer im fly as a pilot
they watching they like how i drip
up with the stick get the wilding
this b*tch get the growling it quiet it came with a kit (huh)
she fell in love with a gangster
she fell in love with a stepper
im in the streets eating up the beef
how you gone thug with no weapon
bust down my t**th diamonds od
these b*tches hate when i texted them
she want a seed then i make her eat
i send her home in a tesla
i drop a eight of the drank in a sprite
trying to fill that b*tch up till it pour over
don’t get in my car b*tch i don’t got a license
police get behind me i won’t pull over
i done drunk all the juice and done smoke all my weed
gotta go to the store get some more soda
imma shoot off his face so his family can’t recognize him
only know cause the morgue told them
[chorus]
diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure
diamonds grill chain hittin stick steppin know we giving
heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure heavy pressure

- rizzy rackz lyrics

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