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Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntingAnd we coming by the bar get the fucking up your frontingPressure on ''emWe putting pressure on ''emWe putting pressure on ''emWe putting pressure on ''emOkay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your missesYeah you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches puttingPressure on ''emWe putting pressure on ''emWe putting pressure on ''emWe putting pressure on ''emWhen we do this shit now tell me why is you competingWhen I be that type of nigga that get money when I''m sleepingAnd when I''m farting and shitting I cop countries on the weekendSo ambitious my accountants cop continents when I''m eating for meBussa Buss the most dominant, start retreatingBeat the street up, shit be sounding remarkableWhen I''m speaking homieHuge rechargeable batteries, bitch I''m tweaking, onlyShort circuit electric chair bolteses every feature ColyLike I''m short for breath drowning in money rushesFuck a blunt bitch I''m inhaling mufflers and smoke from busesI defend my money like soldiers I come to punishDefense mechanism from infections, the way that BUSS ISAin''t no fucking around, I''m fronting, Get it?As for getting this bread I''m like vomit so disgusting with itHere''s my other alias, don''t forget it, call me Snow-blowerBlowing this bread like its nothing with itYeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntingAnd we coming by the bar get the fucking up your frontingOkay, Weezy F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on ''emYoung Money the special team, we so Devin Hester on ''emRight up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on ''emSoon as they woke up, it came and left it on ''emSwag with no effort on em, quicker than a leopard on ''emIf he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on ''emNo Spinderella just plenty metal for any fellowSemi settle everything for me and everything for meSmoking on that G13 and everything funnySpecially y''all bitchass niggas, kiss-ass niggasBlood gang 6 flags niggas, no rollercoasterReal shit we hold the bread the hoes hold the toastersYoung Casanova, I bend their asses overShe say my dick stronger than a six pack of ColaMan I''m so fly I got arachnophobiaPressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twiceHahahaYeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stuntingAnd we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting