Pressured

[Chorus]
We ain't worried bout nothing i know its nigga who want me dead
If they interrogate me bout my niggas ima act special ed
Insta said i got one new mention you gone die for what you said
I know what it feel like to get snitched on ill never talk to feds
We might spaz on him hit the gas on him put a bag on him
Niggas want war with me until they get left with a tag on em
We might spaz on him hit the gas on him put a bag on him
Niggas want war with me until they get left with a tag on em

[Verse 1]
Bitch im a murderer i see demons all through the night
Catch a opp flip that nigga then flash out like a light
You think you tough up on that phone dont make me hit you with that pipe
Said he gone kill the deadly youngan where you at bitch thats alright
Bitch ass nigga wanna diss gang we gone roll him up and burn his car
Its a switch up on this bitch so when i spin bitch you won't make it far
Its Leeke in the air we smoking dead opps in this big ass gar
You believe that you can fly watch how i turn into a shooting star
Stupid bitch i see yo ass like straight up smack him with the metal
That nigga gayer than a bitch they call that lil boy fruity pebbles
I think of bigger better things like mane its hard for a nigga to settle
They ask why im ready to blam a bitch cause I fuck with the devil

[Chorus]
We ain't worried bout nothing i know its nigga who want me dead
If they interrogate me bout my niggas ima act special ed
Insta said i got one new mention you gone die for what you said
I know what it feel like to get snitched on ill never talk to feds
We might spaz on him hit the gas on him put a bag on him
Niggas want war with me until they get left with a tag on em
We might spaz on him hit the gas on him put a bag on him
Niggas want war with me until they get left with a tag on em

[Verse 2]
If we hop out and start subtracting is you gone run nigga
Is you a gangster or a rapper you can only be one nigga
You laughing and giggling like shit funny ain’t shit funny nigga
I spent so much money on getting my niggas caskets all them hundreds nigga
That time been moving slow yall be try hard tryna up the score
Nigga you stole my shit and disappeared you really was a hoe
When I catch you Imma stretch you the whole fucking world gone know
Im tired of playing with these fuck niggas all this pain i can't let go