[Lyric] No Pressure (Drebae, Bodybangers & Lotus)

[Intro]
Drebae

[Chorus]
When I come through, it's pressure
Got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
'Cause I'm all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
When I come through, it's pressure
Got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
'Cause I'm all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
[Verse 1]
I look likе heaven but bitch I give thеse niggas hell
Only friend is Benjamin, I need the CashApp or the Zelle
Like a Zoom call, it's her face, body shape like a vase
Drebae

[Chorus]
When I come through, it's pressure
Got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
'Cause I'm all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine

[Post-Chorus]
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure I got m-
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure I got m-

[Verse 3]
Murder everything, murder everything
They tried to act like they ain't know me, but they knew my name
Now everything I do, these bitches wanna do the same
These heffas copy me like Simon, they do what I say
I have yet to meet a challenge, I been chillin' in my palace
Sippin' Henny out a chalice, knocking bitches off they balance
I'm the one like I've been chosen, Tina Snow, neck frozen
Money long like califragilisticexpialidocious
[Chorus]
When I come through, it's pressure
Got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
'Cause I'm all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
When I come through, it's pressure
Got my foot up on they necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
'Cause I'm all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine

[Verse 4]
(No flaws) These niggas are accessories
Never been a necessity
A bad ass bitch, I got the sauce, they want the recipe
Fresh off the runway, bitches know I've been a star (a star)
Dope like Pablo, that's an Esco-bar
Hoe you insecure like Issa
I'm a work of art, Mona Lisa
My face so pretty, and so is my body
Your man got his eyes on me like Illuminati
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Ice me out in diamonds if you want me to chill
He said: "What's your sign?"
I told that nigga: "Dollar Bill."
[Post-Chorus]
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure I got m-
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-li-da
Pressure, I got m-, it's pressure I got m-

[Outro]
Pressure when I come through