Yvng Alex - Under Pressure Lyrics

I'm always on my own under pressure
Bitches hit my phone and I get mad under pressure
Smoking green I call that shit gelato
She wanna act like she a model
But she a f*cking freak in the sheets
Never thought I'd make it I put Gucci on my feet
And now I'm f*cking swerving In the streets
Got a hundred in my lap the Opps can never catch me

I always thought I would make it and get rich
But now I f*ck a bitch just for shits
Every single week it's like a Friday
Getting high and drunk yea but that shits just my way
Making bands and stacking on my own
Bitches getting mad hit my phone
Getting kinda grumpy cause this shits just getting old
"You'll never f*cking make it" I got told

I'm always tryna get this f*ckin bag
Oh you got a joint? Lemme drag
Working day in and day out
Just to cop a Luis but you know what I'm about
Walking f*cking vans got it stomping on my feet
Spent a f*cking rack when I eat
And then I took her back to my suite
All my f*cking drip yea it's hit the streets
And I got all my brothers saying that I'll make it
But when they turn they back they all sayin some fake shit
Jumpin in the club I got Henny hit my face
In a coup I'm in outer space
Hitting all the Henny and the Jäger and the chase
I know I'm the realest and the meanest in the game
You can't even look at me and say we is the same
All you other bitches just look lame

I'm always on my own under pressure
Bitches hit my phone and I get mad under pressure
Smoking green I call that shit gelato
She wanna just act like she a model
But she a f*cking freak in the sheets
Never thought I'd make it I put Gucci on her feet
And now I'm f*cking swerving In the streets
Got a hundred in my lap boy the Opps can never catch me

Hah, Gucci on my feet
Opps could never catch me boy what the f*ck you gonna mean
I got all my diamonds time to give back to my team
Shout out my boy Qasas and I shout out my boy swang
Yea Shout out my boy Qasas, shoutout Sam, shoutout Deonte
We all f*cking lit, ay haha, yea