Under Pressure - Vee tha Rula

Get money, I’m a dog for it

Cause I swear I wasn’t born with it

Don’t act like this shit from a song nigga

I been grinding for a long minute

Blunt long looking like an arm and

And it’s still with the fire in a storm and I’m going to hit it

Dealing with these rappers for too long, they the wrong niggas

Even when I’m on I swear that I won’t do a song with 'em

Tattoos and some more wounds, boy get 'em

And I hug and kiss that pussy, I adore women

You like a snotty nosed kid, you annoy women

I pop a bottle, smoke a cone, and enjoy women

You little niggas know what the deal

I’m outwitting the devil like Napoleon Hill

Go go super Sayen three like I’m Broly and Bills

Real shit, all the real niggas know what it is, yeah

Niggas tripping, get to tipping like they dominoes

Every time they see the first sign of hoes

Rula the type to chill with all kind of hoes

Cannon ball in that pussy like Geronimo

Like flocka busting at them with a choppa

Taking shots of that Ciroc

Tomorrow I’m a need a doctor

Rula just a saga

Nappy hair I look like Blanca

I be beasting, I’m a monster

I be eating shrimp and lobster

You get it, I’ll go there

They see me, like whoa there

Won’t slow down, won’t hold up, I plant this and grow there

Grind hard for so long, don’t like me, I don’t care

They want beef, it’s so rare but…

They say Rula under pressure

I say

Get 'em boy, Rula kill em all

Fucking bitches in the car, I’m like Billy Bob

Nigga I’m a star, you see me from far

Master kush in my cone cause a nigga raw

Now I’m scoped, just spit that crack like I been smoking

I be chilling

But I’m on fire, y’all is toast

Keep it real like I’m supposed to

Eat your clit like ponderosa

If you fuck with me they stabbing at your back like Omarosa

For real, I’m bout the fucking dollar bills

She bought some thousand dollar heels

Can’t be a dog without a meal

You know the feeling when you feel like you the one

That’s why I’m taking number twos on just about every beat that come

I say I’m walking like I’m Deebo

Rapping like a hero

Smoking on illegal

Be more looking like a kilo

Can you feel the heat though?

'97 nigga

I’m just hot and you on zero

And that green I get for Ceelo

Fly fly boy, get your sky on

Hyenas always tripping on the lions

Got some, smoking papers on Mount Zion

You fucking with my shit, your chance is thinner than a fly on

I know niggas rather the pen and the pad

That’s why I’m trying to get my paper right, pen and the pad

On the beat I’m like a scientist, I been in the lab

And now they riding my wave and the feeling is rad

You get it, I’ll go there

They see me, like whoa there

Won’t slow down, won’t hold up, I plant this and grow there

Grind hard for so long, don’t like me, I don’t care

They want beef, it’s so rare but…

They say Rula under pressure

I say