Pain & Pressure versuri

Pain & Pressure lyrics by Lil Polo Jr

Intro
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a real one, I ain’t never been no ho (Nah)
All that talkin’, get you smoked, we up the score (Boom, boom)

Chorus
I’ma spin that Hellcat (Hellcat), let it screech (Skrrt)
Stack that paper ‘til my pockets can’t breathe (Bitch)
We be trappin’ and drillin’ (On gang), no peace
How long ‘til I make it out these cold-ass streets?
Came from nothin’, now we thumbin’ through these racks (Racks)
Just for his head, two hundred bands, get him whacked (Boom)
Got plenty motion, but I had to get it off the trap

Verse 1
I been grindin’, puttin’ pain up in this shit (Yeah)
Fuck that talkin’, boy, you know we keep them sticks (Boom, boom)
I ain’t worried, got my hitters in thе mix (On gang)
Let a opp try somethin’, he gon’ meet thе switch (Grah, grah)
Who you checkin’? I been out here since a little Youngin’ (Facts)
Ain’t no bluffin’, all my brothers really dumpin’ (Boom)
I can cop a mansion, but can’t bring my dead back (Damn)
I want my dawg back, but I’m stuck inside this trap (Fuck)

Chorus
I’ma spin that Hellcat (Hellcat), let it screech (Skrrt)
Stack that paper ‘til my pockets can’t breathe (Bitch)
We be trappin’ and drillin’ (On gang), no peace
How long ‘til I make it out these cold-ass streets?
Came from nothin’, now we thumbin’ through these racks (Racks)
Just for his head, two hundred bands, get him whacked (Boom)
Got plenty motion, but I had to get it off the trap

Verse 2
Flyin’ private, but my soul still in the trenches (Yeah)
I done ran it up, but I’m still hoppin’ fences (Fuck)
She be stalkin’, I don’t love her, I need millions (Bands)
Only time I show emotion when we drillin’ (Boom, boom)
I took losses, but I made it out that cell (Facts)
Ain’t no tellin’, bitch, I’m solid, never tell (Nah)
From the bottom, all the way up to the top (Yeah)
They was hatin’, now they beggin’ me to stop (Fuck ‘em)

Chorus
I’ma spin that Hellcat (Hellcat), let it screech (Skrrt)
Stack that paper ‘til my pockets can’t breathe (Bitch)
We be trappin’ and drillin’ (On gang), no peace
How long ‘til I make it out these cold-ass streets?
Came from nothin’, now we thumbin’ through these racks (Racks)
Just for his head, two hundred bands, get him whacked (Boom)
Got plenty motion, but I had to get it off the trap

Outro
Yeah (Slime shit)
Spin that block, we ain’t lettin’ shit slide (Boom, boom)
They took my dawg, now it’s blood for blood (On gang)
Fuck the law, we gon’ ride ‘til we die (Bitch)