Ras Beats - Wit No Pressure lyrics

With no pressure, five birds thrown in the compressor [???], silk shirts in the leather dresser My predecessor's on a stretcher Cuban heiffer, finesse her like I'm Hugh Hefner Possess her, candy apple red Tesla Check the texture, silky as my connect' Hector With Malcolm X on the projector Cognac, f** in every s** position in the zodiac Smooth like the way Goldy act Send a ho at your a**, you wake up like 'yo where my rollie at' Protect the homies with the goalie mask Then mosie past, and bust the same guns Monster Kody blast You rockin ponies with your phony a** You know me as, I don't even give Sauconys a pa** I'm complex like Napoleon has I'm sittin cozy in Jags, you sittin lonely in a sodium bath My b**h trophy, Hawaiian Sophie, waistline [????] Lit up a bogie, your flow to me is karaoke The pad is smoky and my back is soapy My whole cult be like Aleister Crowley Cats that know me know I blast toolies And take baths with the uzi, slim b**h but her a** juicy Y2c, two seats in the coupe soupy Red top Danny Bonaduce BBS, no BS, green CLS, P.S: my necklace VVS V-necks, still got a sweet left Shake your world up, yellin 'turn up' n***as'll send you home like a [turn-up ????] Dipped the L, lit the sherm up Spliffs burn up, n***as turn up looking hurt up Flip birds, kick dirt up, lick shots, split the herd up The sh** you're kickin don't concern us I hold a MAC-10 like Vinny the Chin My pen color Indian skin, tires on Milleniums spin Back when I was skinny and thin Wished d**h 'Many Men', I'm feelin like 50 Cent My cowboy boots come with the six shooter Chain from Cuba, my watch game Franck Muller Peace to my j**eller, the black ruger, twist buddha Hit the puma, better than later n***a sooner