Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on Yeah Ooh, said I made y'all So how could I be mad that ain't y'all Same reason why I hate y'all Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye Do the dash in this racecar Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye? Better say your damn grace dog Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles, aye Aye, I don't want no more pressure, no Don't want no more pressure, noo Don't want no more pressure, ahh Don't want no more pressure, ahh Don't want no more pressure, ahh Don't want no more pressure, ahha Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap Like your bitch ass, big bag Big cash, and I tote a big gat Aftermath, I been dressed in all black Got the black mask I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag Yeah, and drop your ass Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I'm your dad Big racks on my body, baby got this cash Pray these goofy niggas really goin' out sad Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh Swear I want no pressure, noo Swear I want no pressure, noo Swear I want no pressure, noo Swear I want no pressure, noo Swear I want no pressure, noo Swear I want no pressure, noo Swear I want no pressure Aye, are you niggas really from the field? Or are you niggas really from the hills? I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills They'll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real I'm tryna find your fuckin chill I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal I don't do Xannies baby, no don't do no pills I'm just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin' through the mills, so ill Uka Uka