[Intro]
Haha, yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y'all (Said I made, said I made)
So how could I be mad that I ain't y'all? (That I ain't, that I ain't)
Same reason why I hate y'all (Why they hate, why they hate)
Hop up in this 'Rari and I race off, ayy (Race off)
Do the dash in this racecar (Racecar)
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face-off? ayy (This a face-off?)
Better say your damn grace dog (Damn grace dog)
You're blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles (Like you're Ray Charles)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
No, I don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure
Ahh, don't want no more pressure, ahh

[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Ayy, choppers by my side, you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I'm just dressed in all black, got the black mask
I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil' n***a you left in the past
Ooh, ayy, sonin' n***as, I'm your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Swear these goofy n***as really goin' out sad
Give these pussy n***as hell like I'm Johnny Gat, ooh
[Chorus]
Swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure
No, swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Ooh, ayy, ooh, are you n***as really from the field?
Or are you n***as really from the hills?
I got a mob of n***as coming by the mills
They'll shoot your ass down boy from 1400, kill for real
I'm tryna find your fuckin' chill
I'm off this Actavis, I'm tryna pop a seal
I don't do Xannies baby, no, don't do no pills
I'm just smokin' on dope, baby
Just thumbin' through the mills, so ill