Applying Pressure - YBN Nahmir

I ain’t ready with that talking I’m gon knockdown

When I pop yo ass, I’m skippin' till you out of town (out of town)

I’m that nigga that your bitch loves to talk about

Every time I turn, my name up in your fucking mouth (bitch)

Ever since I touched a bow, I let that roll out

With nigga steady plotting, so I’m clutching on that choke pound

Since I’m light skinned, they think that I’m a fucking clown

Well let a nigga try me, I’ma blow him down

And my niggas smoke dope by the fucking pound

Put a brick on top of your head, my niggas gonna lace it down

Bitch, you broke, you still catching gray hounds

I be puffing, and yes, with the grey clouds

Niggas see 38's, cuz it’s ok 'round

That old lady on the porch better not make a fucking sound

Boy, it’s not an arcade, I don’t play games

My side piece, probably your hoe, main

I was taught how to gun, how to maintain

Nigga, in it for that moment, ya that low fame

I’ma get it, I’ma show you niggas that I’m with it

I ain’t high and I’ma blow some hollows at your fifty

Keep this money stacked back, and get another benny

AP girl, bucket back to London get my fucking hit, bitch nigga

We the reason why there’s all these fucking bodies (bodies)

Niggas shooting in the area and never caught a body

Nigga, they jocking on my style, they wanna fucking copy

Whole time, they baby momma want to come and fucking top me

Niggas rapping about that shit that they don’t do

These boys Super Saiyan like they Goku

Boy, you ain’t my bro, I don’t even know you

I treat you niggas like that little nigga, Scooby Doo