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“pressure talk” - yung dreko lyrics

[intro: lil tremo]
ayy, tremo on the track, woo
pressure talk, man, f*ck all the opps
yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: lil tremo]
pull up, srt, we ridin’ fast, b*tch, we never lag (skrrt, skrrt)
jump out the whip, glock tucked, better grab your bag (brrt, brrt)
f*ck all these opps, they talkin’, they gon’ catch the drag (catch him)
lil tremo, ayy, we put ‘em in the bag (woo, woo)
he was thinkin’ with his d*ck, now he flat on the floor (flat)
shooters in the back, choppers make it rain, no pause (boom, boom)
your b*tch on my line, she suckin’, yeah, she want it raw (yeah, yeah)
ayy, street sh*t, real sh*t, we never gon’ fall (nah)

[verse 2: yung dreko]
hеard he talkin’ loud, now we movin’ through the block (block, block)
bouncе out, tap that switch, make that lil’ n*gga drop (brrt, brrt)
f*cked his hoe quick, yeah, she came and she don’t stop (don’t stop)
pressure talk, you know we never miss the shot (shot)
durango ridin’ deep, we pull up, ain’t no cap (skrrt)
all them opps scared, now they runnin’ from the strap (run)
(woo, ayy, brrt, brrt!)
we takin’ scores, ayy, put that opp on the map (map)

[verse 3: lil tremo]
ayy, lil’ n*gga thought he sl!ck, now he in the dirt (dirt)
bounce out, fully auto, make his block hurt (brrt, brrt)
your b*tch tryna flex, i don’t give a f*ck, i flirt (flirt)
money on my mind, racks bigger than your whole work (yeah)
hop out, chopper in my hand, we let it spray (spray)
opps duckin’, gettin’ hit, they can’t run away (run)
(woo, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
pressure talk in these streets, we gon’ make ‘em pay (pay)
[verse 4: yung dreko]
jumped out the whip, we see ‘em all, no fear (no fear)
tap that switch, leave his ass disappear (gone)
f*cked his hoe, she scream, now she in my rear (yeah, yeah)
block shook, ayy, we don’t play here (brrt, brrt)
bounce out the trap, chopper sh*lls hit his head (bang)
he was talkin’ on the net, now he wish he dead (dead)
(woo, woo, ayy, ayy!)
pressure talk, real k!llers, we feed the street bread (feed it)

[outro: lil tremo & yung dreko]
(woo, woo, ayy, ayy)
f*ck all the opps, man, we ridin’ through the city (skrrt)
(brrt, ayy, yeah, yeah!
ayy, no chill, no mercy, all that talk is petty (nah)
we catch a block, we tap, leave a n*gga dead, ayy
(woo, woo, yeah, ayy)
pressure talk, yeah, that’s how we comin’, ayy
f*ck the opps, leave ‘em in the dirt, ayy

- yung dreko lyrics

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