[Intro]
(It's Trax season bruh)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
You don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me
You know these b*tches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t
But don't want no pressure
She don't no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
She don't want no
[Verse One]
If a ni**a do me wrong, I gotta take him up and through there
Keep my ni**as by the double
b*tch don't make me get a new pair
Paid, poppin', pretty and I don't care
You know they keep it light like you walking around on thin air
You scared to take a step, but I made them b*tches walk
When I post up on the gram, I'mma make them b*tches talk
Am I fu*king wit' yo ni**a, I'mma make them biches stalk
I got the game on lock but keep my ni**as in a vault (Ah)
So much swag my boyfriend wanna be me
Ion give side b*tch so his hoes can't see me
Don't hide behind the scenes
Make that ni**a show you off
Cause I'm winnin' over here
I paid the cost to be the boss, Santana on the beat
Got the whole club speechless, walk em like a dog
But keep these ni**as on they leashes
Chocolate like a Reeses, I stay in my pieces
I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me
You know these b*tches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t
But don't want no pressure
She don't no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
She don't want no
[Verse Two]
Pressure bust pipes, or creates diamonds
I ain't duckin' from no action, b*tch I ain't hidin' (Nah)
Yeah, I'm outside and I'm with the sh*ts
Antagonizing hatin' hoes, gonna drop a diss, silly b*tch
My ass fat, you know, I'm the one, uno
Pussy take that ni**a mind to Mars, b*tch Bruno
b*tches love to hate
But in my presence givin' kudos
You b*tches be too weird
And I ain't choppin' sh*t wit you hoes
Now check this, sick wrist, time froze
He spend, his cheese nachos
Prolly 'nother reason why you mad b*tch (Mad)
You know I hate a mad hoe, I'm a glad b*tch
In my bag b*tch
Where your funds, where your whip?
You floggin' hard, you a trip
I got ya man, I ain't givin' him back
And take your side ni**a too
That's what I call payback
[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
b*tch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a b*tch like me
You know these b*tches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of sh*t
But don't want no pressure
She don't no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Aye, she don't want no
[Outro]
(It's Trax season bruh)