[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Pressure (Bitch), pressure (Yeah, bitch)
Pressure (Bitch), pressure (Yeah, bitch)
Pressure (Ow), yeah, yeah (Bitch)
Pressure (Bitch), pressure (Yeah, bitch)
Pressure, pressure (Bitch)
Pressure, pressure (Yeah, bitch, ow)
I'm smokin' pain, I'm smokin' pressure (Bitch)
My bitch is pressure (Bitch), my bitch is better (Yeah, bitch)

[Verse]
I make em rave (Ow), like David Guetta (David Guetta)
I'm from the slums (Bitch), I'm from the ghetto
Your bitch a slut (Yeah), I wore it wetter (Mm-mm)
I wood it better (Mm-mm), not for the pleasure (Bitch, damn)
I got a t-shirt (Damn), get her better (Get her)
Heard you got some sins to confess, bitch (Yeah)
Pull up on Sheck Jesus, you'll get blessed, bitch (Bitch)
Maoda on my rider, buzzins on my guest list (Buzza)
Sheck Wes flexed up on her, sex up on his next bitch (Fuck Her)
I'm from Harlem World where they really vampin' (Bitch)
My boy servin' fiends 'til his hands crampin' (Yeah)
I be smokin' weed, gettin' hella high, bitch
[Chorus]
I'm smokin' pressure (Yeah), I'm smokin' pressure (Yeah, bitch)
I'm smokin' pain (Pain), your bitch is pressure (Bitch)
My bitch is better (Ow), I get her wet, wet (Yeah)
I get her wet, wet (Yeah), I get her wetter (Bitch)
I'm smokin' pressure (Pain), I'm smokin' pressure (Pain)
I'm smokin' pressure (Yeah), I'm smokin' pressure (Yeah, bitch)
This that pain (Bitch), this that pressure (Yeah, bitch)
This that pain (Pressure), this that pressure (This that pain)
Yeah (Pressure), yeah (This that pain), yeah