[Intro: Lil Shine]
All I smoke is pressure in this ho
Bitch (Swi-Swishrr beats)

[Chorus: Lil Shine]
Yeah, all I smoke is pressure in this ho (Bitch), we smoke by the O, yeah
Fifteen for the boat, huh, we smokin' on loads
I hit loads up for the juice, smokin' 'Woods, I'm in the booth
I spilled codeine on my suit, I rock purples, I rock troops
All my ex's, they mad as fuck, all this cup that's in my blunt
I'm too high, smokin' on Runtz
You pass me the ball, I punt
I sip Wockhardt, bitch, for lunch (Bitch)
In my cup, that's sunday brunch
These pink ten take by the bunch
You down bad, smokin' off fronts
I'm bad, bro, I can not front
Hit this Backwoods, smell like skunk
I can't lie, keep it a buck
I ain't had shit, but now I'm up

[Verse: OsamaSon]
I ain't had shit, but now I'm up, yeah-yeah
Rick-Rick, keep fuckin' shit up
Slime that shit, don't give a fuck
Slime-Slime just put him in a Rolls Royce truck
Bitch love the flex, now the hoes wanna fuck
Red in my cup, beep-beep, yeah-yeah
My bitch want her new Givenchy (Bee)
Send shots, now your shootin' lookin' six feet
My BB, pullin' Bentley
You-You can try to kick it, but a n***a not friendly
Fuckin' up the streets, yeah, fuckin' up the hemi
Better watch your back, I got big slime with me
Poppin' another Perc', just give me five minutes
Bitch don't wanna fuck, send that shit back home
Spend a couple bucks 'cause I miss my n***as
Free my shooters, hop out, yeah, wake up (Pfft)
Spend that shit, huh, yeah, yeah, lil' O got ripped
Rick Owens jeans with a Glock on my hip
I gotta pay my slime for the kill
They gon' slide for me, yeah, I'm too slime (Yeah), too slime
Pussy, my bank go deep, yeah
Flex all the time, flex all the time
[Chorus: Lil Shine]
Yeah, all I smoke is pressure in this ho (Bitch), we smoke by the O, yeah
Fifteen for the boat, huh, we smokin' on loads
I hit loads up for the juice, smokin' 'Woods, I'm in the booth
I spilled codeine on my suit, I rock purples, I rock troops
All my ex's, they mad as fuck, all this cup that's in my blunt
I'm too high, smokin' on Runtz
You pass me the ball, I punt
I sip Wockhardt, bitch, for lunch (Bitch)
In my cup, that's sunday brunch
These pink ten take by the bunch
You down bad, smokin' off fronts
I'm bad, bro, I can not front
Hit this Backwoods, smell like skunk
I can't lie, keep it a buck
I ain't had shit, but now I'm up