Pressured Up Lyrics by Mustard Ft. Vince Staples & ScHoolboy Q
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Girl, I ain’t got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
DJ playin’ my jam, I’m a G, you know I slide
Shit gon’ get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it’s worth it (Yeah, yeah)
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo), yeah, yeah
I love you, baby, load it up and sneak it in the club for you, baby
Never fuck chances, spend all night dancin’
Once a nigga trippin’ or shuntin’, I’m splashin’
Ain’t no romantic, just like the movies
I’m really, like really, my say so like homie
I shine the light, don’t know well for you (Dead homies)
Nothin’ all them other bitches said is true
I don’t be up in the mix, dead homies
I ain’t never fucked that bitch, dead homies
I ain’t lyin’ on my dick, dead homies
They only hatin’ on me ’cause I’m rich, dead homies
Yeah, fuck what they be talkin’ ’bout (Yeah)
Yeah, just love me, you love me now?
Let me hold you down (Dead homies, for the hood)
Girl, I ain’t got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
DJ playin’ my jam, I’m a G, you know I slide
Shit gon’ get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it’s worth it (Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Lil’ homie with a lick read (Huh?)
Can’t lie, had a bad week (Can’t tell)
Please, Mama, put it on me (Oh yeah)
A lil’ trauma, need pleasing
The caterpillar had to grow wings (Yeah)
She blew a kiss on me, no teeth (Oh, shit)
Hmm, yeah, let’s see, nigga
Gold chain, it’s an African thang (Woo)
Pocket of stones from the pressure we on
Window the wall, let me take off my drawer
Try spend it all, but I’m too up to fall, nigga, ayy
Wake up to ball
Lame-ass niggas still shop at the mall
Cheat code WAP, only fuck with the freaks
Check ain’t clear, so I went back to see
Nigga, push-start on it ’cause they all got the Zs
Too many cribs, shit, I’m too hard to reach
Might buy the hood, gettin’ street after street
Nineteen cars, putting fleet after fleet (Yeah, ugh)
Look up to me (Yeah)
Stars on the roof, I just woke up to dreams (Mm-hm)
Rolex dummy, I don’t like those Philippes (Oh)
Oh, Lord, girl, that pussy for keeps
Girl, I ain’t got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
DJ playin’ my jam, I’m a G, you know I slide
Shit gon’ get out of hand if I see that sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it’s worth it (For the hood, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo)
Pressured up, pressured up (Pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (Ayo, ayo), yeah, yeah (Nigga, I’m a gangster)
Damn, wasn’t nothing like the ghetto parties
That shit was dangerous and fun ’cause every hood be up in there
Shit, you can meet you some fine-ass freaks, you can get your ass beat
Make a choice, see what I mean?