Cancer Stick No Pressure - Young Nudy, Offset

Do like I do, nigga flip you some money

Okay, we really came up from nothing

Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign

Two hundred racks in the trap when I’m touring

Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning

Christian Dior when I’m dressing in garments

Yeah, shoot at my targets

Yeah, aiming at artists

Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger

You niggas character, Marvel

Take your shoes off on my marble

Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle

I pour up the drink and I give her a narco

Run with your pack, where is Waldo?

Look at my history, bags in my bio

Migo like Cinco de Mayo

Migo like Cinco de Mayo, I got the trap in my bio

Yeah, mini fourteen with the drum, I put your ass on a flyer

Uh, niggas out here really bums

Want take your bitch, I might buy her

Uh, sippin' on lean like it’s rum, but it do not get me tired

Uh, if you gon' pull out that gun, you better cock it and fire

Uh, bitch I came up from a crumb, did this for grandma, she flyin'

Uh, you can come still get a one, fuck it my niggas gon' jump

Uh, saw off the front of the pump, put the gun up to your gum

50K on me lil homie, 100K knock 'em off sandy

Bitches out here need some money

Or they dependent on Monday

Peace to you bitches like Ghandi

One of my friends is a junky, fuck

Get up and get you some money, uh

Cookie smell like it is fungus

The bella, the OG, the onion, yeah

Pull out that fire, now he runnin'

He just caught four to the stomach, uh

He got some blood in his vomit

I cut the cord off your bungee

Goyard got racks in abundance

Hop on the jet out to London

12 behind me so I punch it

Do like I do, nigga flip you some money

Okay, we really came up from nothing

Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign

Two hundred racks in the trap when I’m touring

Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning

Christian Dior when I’m dressing in garments

Yeah, shoot at my targets

Yeah, aiming at artists

Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger

You niggas character, Marvel

Take your shoes off on my marble

Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle

I pour up the drink and I give her a narco

Run with your pack, where is Waldo?

Look at my history, bags in my bio

Migo like Cinco de Mayo

I’m all in Texas, all in Houston, nigga sippin' on drank

Got a whole damn paint, nigga just cashed on a bank

Yeah nigga, I got money

Yeah bitch, what you think?

All these bitches love slimeball, yeah they love the plate

When it come to play, they know how I play

I got money in my pocket plus I got a pocket rocket

Niggas think they gon' stop me, bro I’m cocked and I’m gon' pop it

And I don’t do no poppin', all my guns on poppin'

I just like to pop bodies, yeah I love to see 'em drop it

Yeah I like your bitch, she just pop, lock, and drop it

Yeah I’m in her, young nigga get in her, yeah

Racks on me in the air, yeah

She wanna fuck for the cheese, yeah

I know you snitchin', you cheese, yeah

Hold on dawg, I don’t even fuck with that dawg

I’m a real big dawg

Roof, nigga I step on you dawg

Niggas ain’t gettin' no money, quit flexing

Niggas ain’t choppin' up shit, quit flexing

Nigga been choppin' up shit, no flexing

All this goddamn money, I’m flexing

Blue hundred bitch, nigga know I stay flexing

You ain’t got no money, fuck nigga you flexing nigga

Meanwhile, while you flexing on another nigga’s bitch

All these goddamn hoes on my dick

Yeah, you need to come check on your bitch, yeah

All these bitches, lil bitch

Yeah I got your bitch on my bitch, yeah

And I got rich, gettin' rich, yeah

Nigga you could never get this, yeah

All this guap on me, yeah

Know the big Glock on me, yeah

Know will pop with me, yeah

Please don’t try me B, yeah

And you know I’m big blood

And you know I’m big dawg, yeah

And I know you a bitch, yeah

And I know you lil dawg

Nigga do like I do, nigga get you some money

Nigga get you some money

Money on your head, my young niggas gunnin'

Niggas havin' discussions, he’s talkin' 'bout money

Nigga don’t talk to me pussy, it ain’t 'bout no money

Yeah nigga, don’t talk to me nigga, it ain’t 'bout no money nigga

Ayy man I don’t know what to tell y’all niggas

Y’all niggas some broke ass fucks man

Fuck you niggas

Huh, look at me, copy me nigga

Do like I do, nigga flip you some money

Okay, we really came up from nothing

Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign

Two hundred racks in the trap when I’m touring

Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning

Christian Dior when I’m dressing in garments

Yeah, shoot at my targets

Yeah, aiming at artists

Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger

You niggas character, Marvel

Take your shoes off on my marble

Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle

I pour up the drink and I give her a narco

Run with your pack, where is Waldo?

Look at my history, bags in my bio

Migo like Cinco de Mayo

Version #2: «No Pressure»

John Wayne, Smith and Wesson

Cross him out, give him a blessing

All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher

Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I’ll bless ya

Anything go for the money, want extra

Been getting money, boy I know I need extra

Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure

Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure

I do the smoke nigga, Newport

Short a nigga pack, no Newport

Rob a nigga blind, no new folk

I don’t really fuck with you new folks

Put him in the chair, nigga death row

Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat

Slimeball nigga got mojo

Yea I got lean for days (for days)

Bitch I got plays on plays (plays)

Bitch I got J’s on J’s (J's)

Bitch I got glass for glass (glass)

Bitch I got cash on cash (cash)

Drop it on a nigga’s mans on mans (on mans)

Nigga fuck what you saying (fuck what you saying)

Make a nigga cross out his mans (make him cross him out)

Anything go for the bands (for the bands)

Brrrr (do that nigga)

Nigga I’m on that shit (on that shit)

Nigga really on that shit (I swear)

Bitch all on my dick (yeah)

Your baby mama on my dick (yeah)

All these hoes on my dick (I swear)

Big Glock 40, big dick (big forty)

John Wayne, Smith and Wesson (John Wayne)

Cross him out, give him a blessing (pew pew)

All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher (pew pew)

Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I’ll bless ya (slime)

Anything go for the money, want extra (woo)

Been getting money, boy I know I need extra (extra)

Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure (pressure)

Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure (brt brt brt)

I do the smoke nigga, Newport (smoke)

Short a nigga pack, no Newport (pack)

Rob a nigga blind, no new folk (blind)

I don’t really fuck with you new folks (no)

Put him in the chair, nigga death row (death row)

Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat (ughh)

Slimeball nigga got mojo (slimeball)

Yeah I got 'em

Black Mulssane hogging both lanes (Mulssane)

Stick with the kick like Liu Kang (woah)

Forgiato white, ice cocaine (woo)

Ice up the chain for the gang gang (gang gang)

Put the laser on your brain for some chump change (brr)

Niggas in the field, nigga do or die (field)

Nigga write your will when the bullet fly (hey)

Don’t be playing with the mill 'cause it’s suicide (nah)

Having racks like Illuminati (racks)

Get a nigga wacked, smell like porta-potties (wack)

Shot him in the back, got him Milly Rocking (uh)

Chopping off the hatch, foreign coupe exotic (woo)

Backends in the trap, that’s a double profit (double profit)

Hit him with the axe, don’t talk about it (axe)

Matte black MAC, shoot the sparks up out it (brrt brrt brrt brrrt)

John Wayne, Smith and Wesson

Cross him out, give him a blessing

All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher

Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I’ll bless ya

Anything go for the money, want extra

Been getting money, boy I know I need extra

Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure

Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure

I do the smoke nigga, Newport

Short a nigga pack, no Newport

Rob a nigga blind, no new folk

I don’t really fuck with you new folks

Put him in the chair, nigga death row

Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat

Slimeball nigga got mojo

Yeah I got 'em