letra de pressure - young scooter & zaytoven
[intro: young scooter]
zaytoven
yeah, haha
yeah, street sh-t
yeah, no party music, n-gga
yeah, we don’t do that
[chorus: young scooter]
real talk, what you gon’ do when the pressure on?
all snitch n-ggas get blown down like saxophones
two-thousand-twenty, i ain’t talkin’ on no cellphone (no cap)
you know them feds listenin’, it’s tapped, you dead wrong (yeah)
phone conversations get you thirty years (thirty years)
i ain’t talkin’ on the phone for a whole year (yeah)
you know where the spot at, you can meet me there
and you can’t trust heavy n-ggas, they wear wires, yeah
[verse 1: young scooter]
he got a wire on, i don’t trust shawty
i’m ’bout to trick him to the spot, let st–zy bust shawty
i got a plug in the bay, i call him e-40
hit a n-gga long range with the glock 40
snitchin’ at an all-time high now
n-ggas tellin’ everything to cut they time down
salute my right hand partner [?], he stayed down
and if i ever go broke or get laid down
every time a n-gga snitch, we call ’em tekashi
you can’t trust these dirty feds, i know they watchin’
put pressure on these n-ggas when them bodies droppin’
how he tell on you? i thought that was your partner
street
[chorus: young scooter & young dolph]
real talk, what you gon’ do when the pressure on?
all snitch n-ggas get blown down like saxophones
two-thousand-twenty, i ain’t talkin’ on no cellphone (no cap)
you know them feds listenin’, it’s tapped, you dead wrong (yeah)
phone conversations get you thirty years (thirty years)
i ain’t talkin’ on the phone for a whole year (yeah)
you know where the spot at, you can meet me there
and you can’t trust heavy n-ggas, they wear wires, yeah (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: young dolph]
n-ggas sing like bryson tiller when that pressure on (p-ssy)
yellow lamborghini with a bad yellow bone (bad)
swear to god i had a shoebox with twenty prepaid phones (throw away)
swear to god, he owed me money, we showed up at his home (let me get that)
that n-gga went to jail and he didn’t make bail (d-mn)
and he swear he didn’t tell, but i can’t tell (d-mn)
bags of pressure, residue under my fingernails (ooh)
two cali b-tches sittin’ in the back, call them my city girls (uh)
og plug in the hood, but he turned to a rat (ha)
lost all his respect in the hood and he can’t get it back (f-ck ’em)
did a drive-by in a grey acura, next day, paint it black (ooh)
cut throat n-gga, i don’t know how to stab in the back (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: young scooter]
real talk, what you gon’ do when the pressure on?
all snitch n-ggas get blown down like saxophones
two-thousand-twenty, i ain’t talkin’ on no cellphone (no cap)
you know them feds listenin’, it’s tapped, you dead wrong (yeah)
phone conversations get you thirty years (thirty years)
i ain’t talkin’ on the phone for a whole year (yeah)
you know where the spot at, you can meet me there
and you can’t trust heavy n-ggas, they wear wires, yeah
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