[Lyric] Pressure (Saucy Santana)

[Intro]
(It's Trax season, bruh)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
You don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
Bitch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a bitch like me
You know these bitches like to act like they bad but don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of shit
But don't want no pressure
She don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ayy, she don't want no
[Verse 1]
If a nigga do me wrong, I gotta take him up and through there
Keep my niggas by the double
Bitch, don't make me get a new pair
Paid, poppin', pretty and I don't care
You know they keep it light like you walking around on thin air
You scared to take a step, but I made them bitches walk
When I post up on the gram, I'ma make them bitches talk
Am I fuckin' wit' yo nigga? I'ma make them biches stalk
I got the game on lock but keep my niggas in a vault (Ah)
So much swag, my boyfriend wanna be me
I don't give side bitch, so his hoes can't see me
Don't hide behind the scenes, make that nigga show you off
'Cause I'm winnin' over here, I paid the cost to be the boss
Santana on the beat, got the whole club speechless
Walk 'em like a dog but keep these niggas on they leashes
Chocolate like a Reeses, I stay in my pieces
I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features

[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
Bitch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a bitch like me
You know these bitches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of shit but don't want no pressure
She don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ayy, she don't want no
[Verse 2]
Pressure busts pipes, or creates diamonds
I ain't duckin' from no action, bitch I ain't hidin' (Nah)
Yeah, I'm outside and I'm with the shits
Antagonizing hatin' hoes, gonna drop a diss, silly bitch
My ass fat, you know, I'm the one, uno
Pussy take that nigga mind to Mars, bitch, Bruno
Bitches love to hate but in my presence givin' kudos
You bitches be too weird and I ain't choppin' shit wit' you hoes
Now check this, sick wrist, time froze
He spend, his cheese, nachos
Prolly 'nother reason why you mad, bitch (Mad)
You know I hate a mad ho, I'm a glad bitch
In my bag bitch
Where your funds, where your whip?
You flodgin' hard, you a trip
I got your man, I ain't givin' him back
And take your side nigga, too, that's what I call payback

[Chorus]
I step in, and I walk wit' a waddle
Waist on slim, and the shape Coke bottle
Ass like a stripper wit' a face like a model
Bitch been hatin' but she still gon' follow
He a fan, got a front row seat (Seat)
Ain't got a plate but he still gon' eat
These hoes been hatin', they gon' keep it lowkey
Ain't goin' back and forth wit' a bitch like me
You know these bitches like to act like they bad
But don't want no pressure
And these hoes like to talk a lot of shit but don't want no pressure
She don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, they don't want no pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Ayy, she don't want no
[Outro]
(It's Trax season, bruh)