Pressure - Juicy J

Man when these niggas get under pressure, they will snitch on you I don’t give

a fuck if you’ve been knowing these niggas all your life

Y’all grew up… that shit don’t mean shit

Niggas ain’t real mane

These niggas screaming all that real shit, but under pressure niggas fold

You niggas some hoes mhm

You niggas screaming all that killa shit but under pressure niggas fold mm

You niggas some hoes they some hoes

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they snitching

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they telling

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they snitching

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they telling

Oh we know you told you done sold your soul

Working with the devil for that pot of gold

Say you on parole, got em for the low

I should have my little nigga come through and kick ya door

You the type to tell, cause you scared as hell

That I used to have a choppa on me and a scale

See I got a couple partners waiting on they bail

That’ll knock the meat up out your taco with these shells

See we ain’t on that hoe shit, tell em we don’t know shit

Yo name all up in that paperwork you couldn’t hold it

See these niggas just like lawn chairs they just keep on folding

Keep talking how them niggas hit you up and keep on rolling

These niggas screaming all that real shit, but under pressure niggas fold

You niggas some hoes mhm

You niggas screaming all that killa shit but under pressure niggas fold mm

You niggas some hoes they some hoes

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they snitching

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they telling

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they snitching

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they telling

Word round town you doing a whole lot of talking

Nigga you ain’t heard?

You gon wake up in a coffin

Word round town you doing a whole lot of snitching

Nigga you ain’t heard?

You gon wake up in one of them ditches

Leave em missing in the river we call that sending em fishing

Got a couple dirty bitches in my kitchen doing dishes

Make a couple hunnit thou, leave a lil bit for my misses

Tell that bitch don’t do no talking you just sit back and just listen

I can show you how to get that bag and show you how to flip it

Pay attention to the game, they would die for the way we living

You can’t even have a nigga round on a mission

Niggas snitching on they own, got to stay up out of prison

Damn!

These niggas screaming all that real shit, but under pressure niggas fold

You niggas some hoes mhm

You niggas screaming all that killa shit but under pressure niggas fold mm

You niggas some hoes they some hoes

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they snitching

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they telling

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they snitching

You the type to tell some

Tell some, they telling

I’m telling you mane, you gotta watch these niggas mane.

I’m telling you bruh,

they ain’t who they say they is

Or who they claim to be

You gotta trust yourself man, you wanna do anything, get something done,

just do it yourself fuck a nigga

They talking too much

It’s so simple, stop snitching, stop lying, stop being a bitch out there man

All you gotta do is stay in your lane

DJ Blak, Juicy J. Rules of the game are simple baby

Fix your face my nigga, if you don’t know what I’m talking bout