Fat Trel - N*gga What (Lyrics) | B*tch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us

Fat Trel - Nigga What (Lyrics) | Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us
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[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, woah, woah
Uh, yeah, woah
Let's go, nigga
Ayy, look (Woah)

[Chorus]
Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us, it's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny, niggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar, I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? You said what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?

[Verse 1]
I ain't havin' no pressure with these bluffin'-ass niggas, these niggas cap
No conversation with these nothin'-ass niggas, I'm 'bout to sap
My lil' bitch able, you's a stuntin'-ass nigga, she probably whack
Just stuffed a tractor with them turkey bags, bitch, we on the map
I'm one of the richest, as real as it get
I just scraped up a deuce and it went to a ten
We tellin' the truth, them niggas pretend
If I shoot out the roof, don't come on the bend
We spin it and spin it and spin it again
Amiri my denim, this probably your rent
I sent you a package, I'm checkin' the trackin', I hope that you got it, it say that it's sent
I went to the trenches to check on the load, it's headed to Cleveland, comin' in bold
Pussy the meanest, she on the pole, I beat from the back and I'm leavin' it swole
These niggas be bluffin', I'm really in traffic, they wanna get active, just come to the road
Ain't doin' no cuffin' unless she attractive, as soon as I smack it, it's back to the ho

[Chorus]
Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us, it's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny, niggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar, I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? You said what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm workin' the digits, you workin' the pot
I told her, "Let's get it," we whippin' the block
I put up a ticket, went fishin' with opp
These niggas been snitchin', they really the cops
I really be whippin' and whippin' the drop
Pull up on the opps, we do it a lot
Ain't no hesitation, I'm gettin' 'em shot
How many bullets you got? A lot
This bitch like a tank 'cause I'm really a soldier
I probably paint 'em to get this shit over
I'm sippin' drank and it came with a coaster
I'm in the gate with a Drac' and a Cobra
You want a verse, I'ma need me the P
I'm in the stu' with the god, it's Z
This shit is easy, honestly
You should've given a bond to me
My nigga hawk you with no talk
Droppin' them bodies, I leave 'em in chalk
I caught 'em with Scotty, they say it was bought
I took it to trial, they hate that I fought
I'm runnin' 'em down, these niggas be walkin'
I'm holdin' it down, these niggas be talkin'
I come to your town and do it with caution
The junkie just hit it, he said it was awesome
[Chorus]
Bitch, ain't no pressure or no smoke with us, it's money everywhere
Might whip a switch out when it's sunny, niggas runnin' everywhere
Ain't losin' sleep or lost a dollar, I ain't never really cared though
I mean, yeah, I heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? You said what? What?
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what? What?
Ayy, Z, what?
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