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Lud Foe - Under Pressure Lyrics

[Chorus]
You know we on that hot shit, don't get your block hit
RIP's at your SRT and make the car flip
Nigga play me for a pussy, I'ma kill you like the last nigga
Heard some niggas hissin'
Get the lawnmower, hit the grass with it
I just bought a K, don't make me come get on your ass with it
Blow your shit off right on camera, bitch I got my mask with me
Niggas quick to fold under pressure
Dump the hundred out the chopper, this bitch under pressure

[Verse]
My Amiri pockets fatter than Nutty Professor
I got a pistol under my pillow and one in the dresser
MAC poking out my coat, I can't hide the suppressor
Put a nigga on the news for trying to test us
We catch a nigga walking, no pass, we stretch him
I see you think this shit a game, but I ain't gon' stress it
Hand me the baking soda, I'll teach you how to scratch it
I make them hoes cook the shit asshole naked
If I miss you with this Smith & Wesson, you's a blessing
Nigga say you want smoke? Then stand up on it
Hit the club, buy the bar, and then stand up on it
She tryna trick me with that pussy, I don't even want it
We spin corners, think you tough, nigga post up on it
Cookies in the Russian Cream, that's your fuckin' homie
Before I shot his fuckin' face, I got close up on it
'Cause I only wish death to my opponents
I'm with a big booty bitch, I don't like 'em bony
I fucked this bad bitch to death, she thought this what she wanted
Security better not frisk me, bitch, don't touch me in this bitch
Ask me, "Lud Foe, why you don't trust me?"
You a pussy nigga, I'm a killer, I can't fuck with you
Gotta hit the gun store, my Glizzy need a thirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you still a hostile
I make a three with rock, but no I ain't Curry
We be the reason why your momma's son getting buried
He want me dead, but he a bitch, so I ain't even worried
I got a red bone bitch, I named her Red Fury
And shove my dick all in her tight belly
I call my shorty for that K, he bring in it hurry
Bitch, I am number one, you can ask Nelly
I'm tryna leave this lavish life to my grandbaby
You will get more smoke than a crack baby
[Chorus]
You know we on that hot shit, don't get your block hit
RIP's at your SRT and make the car flip
Nigga play me for a pussy, I'ma kill you like the last nigga
Heard some niggas hissin'
Get the lawnmower, hit the grass with it
I just bought a K, don't make me come get on your ass with it
Blow your shit off right on camera, bitch I got my mask with me
Niggas quick to fold under pressure
Dump the hundred out the chopper, this bitch under pressure