Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pressure Bust Pipes, artist - Jackboy. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pressure Bust Pipes |
| Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted |
| Try to run the routes, I tell it’s hard for me to manage |
| They say the pressure was on, well, I didn’t notice |
| 'Cause that pressure don’t really mean shit when you out your focus |
| Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I’m toting |
| New extendo in this bitch, need to re so I’m loaded |
| All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would’ve thought this where I live |
| In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills |
| I took a chanc and rolled the dice |
| All thse rap niggas act so weird |
| I got bodies in that field, ain’t tattle-taled |
| She hit my line and I might slide |
| Yeah, she ain’t want me 'fore the deal |
| Now I got her in my bed witnessing my skills |
| Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos |
| I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh |
| Stuck between the streets and this rap shit |
| Like two slices of bread, I’m the mayo |
| Know I’m smiling but I don’t play though |
| Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted |
| Try to run the routes, I tell it’s hard for me to manage |
| They say the pressure was on, well, I didn’t notice |
| 'Cause that pressure don’t really mean shit when you out your focus |
| Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I’m toting |
| New extendo in this bitch, need to re so load it |
| All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would’ve thought this where I live |
| In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills |
| All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the jail |
| I been up grinding with no sleep, feel like I don’t even got time to rest |
| I been struggling all my life, I done finally got me a check |
| Young rich nigga, I could flood my necklace with baguettes |
| And none of you niggas ain’t seeing me, bitch, I got the belt |
| Like John Cena, but I ain’t doing no fighting, this a gun inside my Bimmer |
| Nigga run up on me crazy, I’m Aaliyah |
| NFL, I’m in that field, I catch you slipping, I’m let go |
| You niggas ain’t got no bread, y’all need to catch up, no tomato |
| And that chopper rip your ass apart, suggest you stay out my way though |
| 'Cause all a nigga know is bang, would’ve thought my first name Fredo |
| Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted |
| Try to run the routes, I tell it’s hard for me to manage |
| They say the pressure was on, well, I didn’t notice |
| 'Cause that pressure don’t really mean shit when you out your focus |
| Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I’m toting |
| New extendo in this bitch, need to re so load it |
| All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would’ve thought this where I live |
| In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills |