Listen to Pressured Up (feat. Vince Staples & ScHoolboy Q) by Mustard

Pressured Up (feat. Vince Staples & ScHoolboy Q)

Mustard

Hip-Hop/Rap

5,227 Shazams

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Composer
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Vincent Staples
Vincent Staples
Composer
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Composer
Jason “J.Lbs” Pounds
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Co-Producer
J.LBS
J.LBS
Co-Producer

Lyrics

(Mustard on the beat, ho) Girl, I ain't got no plan so can I be with you tonight? DJ playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side If I die for the land you know it's worth it Pressured up, pressured up Pressured up, pressured up Pressured up, pressured up Pressured up, pressured up Pressured up, pressured up Pressured up, pressured up Pressured up, pressured up I love you, baby Load it up and sneak it in the club for you, baby Never fuck chances, spend all night dancin' (yeah) Once a nigga trippin' or shunting, I'm splashin' Ain't it romantic just like the movies? I'm really, like really, my say so like homie (oh, yeah) I shine the light on the world for you (dead homies) Nothin' all them other bitches said is true I don't be up in the mix, dead homies I ain't never fucked that bitch, dead homies I ain't lyin' on my dick, dead homies (why you always gotta be lyin', bitch?) They only hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, dead homies Yeah, fuck what they be talkin' 'bout Yeah, they love me, you love me now? Let me hold you down Girl, I ain't got no plan so can I be with you tonight? DJ playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side If I die for the land you know it's worth it (Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pre-, pressure, pressure) Lil' home, what the lick read? (Oh) Can't lie, I had a bad week (don't tell) Please, mama, put it on me (oh, yeah) A lil' trauma, need pleasing The caterpillar had to grow wings (grow wings) She blew a kiss on it, no teeth (aww, shit) Let's see, nigga Gold chain, it's an African thing Pocket of stones from the pressure we on Window to wall, let me take off my draws Tried to spend it all, but I'm too up to fall, nigga Ay-ay, ay, wake up to ball Lame-ass niggas still shop at the mall Cheat code, WAP, only fuck with the freaks Check ain't clear so I went back to sleep Nigga, push start on it 'cause they got all the Z's Too many cribs, shit, I'm too hard to reach Might buy the hood, gettin' street after street 19 cars, puttin' fleet after fleet Nigga, uh, look up to me (yeah) Stars on the roof, I just woke up to dreams Rolex dummy, I don't like those Philippes Oh, Lord, girl, that pussy for keeps Girl, I ain't got no plan so can I be with you tonight? DJ playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side If I die for the land you know it's worth it (Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (pressure) Pressured up, pressured up (nigga, I'm a gangster) Damn, wasn't nothin' like the ghetto parties That shit was dangerous and fun (ay, what's up wit' you, cuh) (What the fuck, nigga?) 'Cause every hood be up in there (ooh, fax) Shit, you can meet some fine-ass freaks (oh, my God, y'all niggas thirsty) You can get your ass beat (ay, watch out, ho) Make a choice (fuck, watch 'em Bloods, where you niggas from?) See what I mean?
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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