OG Sunshine - Pressure Lyrics

I ain't playin fair
I'm applying pressure on you hoes
I ain't playin fair
Birkin bag
Gimme two of those
I ain't playin fair
How I'm dropping bundles on some bundles
Shawty bad, got a bag
In the trap Doing numbers!

I just hit the scene
Blowin green
Let's get ratchet
I ain't sellin pussy
He a boss
I let em have it!
Hit me with a brick
We ain't built the same
We cut from different fabric

No time for distractions
Or the nonsense
Gang gang
Throw you in a mosh pit
Nigga you ain't Real
You really opposite
Actin like you call the shots
When you Ain't even part of it
F*ck a spray tan
Baby I'm melanin
I told you send a mill
I drive a hard bargain
Ain't no way around it
Honey I'm the Future
Even when I'm with my nigga
I'm the shooter
First class
Mami Wtf is coach?
I ain't friendly, I ain't Casper
But Im ridin in the ghost
You ain't been securing shit
But do the most
While I be out here breakin necks
Coast to coast
Now u mad huh?
Flexing on the gram huh?
Got you In yo feelings?
Goin out sad huh?
I'm goin mad dumb
Imma dump the whole drum
F*ckkk youuuu
And where ever that you came from
If you ride for me
Then Ima keep you close
And if you fake
Then ima have to give you smoke

No joke!
Aye
Gas no brakes

I got it out the mud
Fake bitches steady hatin
Real Hoes showin love

I ain't playin fair
I'm applying pressure on you hoes
I ain't playin fair
Birkin bag
Gimme two of those
I ain't playin fair
How I'm dropping bundles on some bundles
Shawty bad, got a bag
In the trap Doing numbers!

I'm a boss bitch
Watch how you approach me!
I got rich niggas
Callin me a trophy
Only time I'll ever run
Is from the police
They throwing shade
On Sunshine
But imma OG?
Please don't run up on me
If you ain't my homie!
If shit get crazy
Ima go back to the old me
I be counting blues
Until I get a paper cut
On my mama
You don't really wanna play with us!

Cuz i aint playin fair
Im appling pressure on you hoes