L.A. GOON$ - Pressure Lyrics

Run up a check (Run it up!)
Show up and flex (Yuh yuh)
Throw up a set (Throw it up!)
Come for your neck (Uh huh)
Stunt on them haters and nobodies (No)
Shit that I got you ain't know about it (No)
I'm just gon' apply the pressure (Yuh)
I let the goofy keep talking

Provide for people
F*ck a rental I been riding regal
Get my money then I drive to peoples
Bail my brother then we grind illegal
I hear the bullshit they talkin' bout
When they see me they forgot about it
I'm never dolo so watch yourself
Had to slow down but my brothas about it
I got eyes and ears in these streets
3 C's on me, I got Z's over me
White 1s on my feet
Couple Gs on me talkin' tree on me
Feel like Badass on a Summer Knight
I seen shit that make your stomach tight
Bitch don't like me she still coming twice
Hope my demons never come to life
Pray my mother gonna be alright
I'mma right my wrongs if it gon' be my life
I won't take no bullshit that's on Mi and Price
This shit bigger than me it might be my life
I do what I do
I'mma focus on me give a f*ck about you
Lagoon out the goon, f*ck a squad, gang of goons
Man we coming for throats and the check coming soon

Run up a check (Run it up!)
Show up and flex (Yuh yuh)
Throw up a set (Throw it up!)
Come for your neck (Uh huh)
Stunt on them haters and nobodies (No)
Shit that I got you ain't know about it (No)
I'm just gon' apply the pressure (Yuh)
I let the goofy keep talking

I feel myself when I can't feel a thing
Bitch my closet full of one of ones
My necklace on bling bling
Money callin' that's ring ring
Bow down and kiss my rings
Y'all don't really want none of the static
Talk reckless I'mma get dramatic
TY stepped out watch your hoe now
Fake love round better watch your bro now
Flip got that's me, get it for the low now
I turn a hundred to four, when she see me
Four limbs on the floor, raw denim bleedin' all over my 4's
I got more flows than clothes, best believe I got lots of those
Pressure makes diamonds so keep it comin'
Name plate Lagoon, pretty soon it's comin'
20's and 50's my fingers thumbin'
Brown liquor rippin' up my stomach
Don't owe you nothing but middle fingers
That's what you getting when TY make it
Watch your tongue or you gon' watch your back
Momma crying, lines goin' flat