PRESSURE

[Intro: Dusty Locane]
(Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5)
(Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5, we ride, we die, we slide together)
Rrrr, rrrr
(Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5)
(Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5, we ride, we die, we slide together)
Ain't no pickin' sides
(Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5)
Free all my innocents
[?]
(We ride, we die, we slide together)

[Chorus: Dusty Locane]
Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5, we ride, we die, we slide together
12 knockin' at my door, I don't know shit, not 5, I'm down forever
He was clever, but he made a mistake so I introduced him to Beretta
Funny how a victim only knew a stretcher
Head bust, introduced him to the pressure
Go 'head, apply that pressure
Dead man walkin', he think this shit sweet
.40 got range and it came with a beam
Is you gon' shoot? Go 'head, apply that pressure
Bodies pile up, he nameless to me
I gotta' keep that stainless with me
Is you gon' shoot? Go 'head

[Verse 1: Dusty Locane]
Rrrr, go 'head
Blood on the wall, said Code Red
Had my bitch at the drop 'cause I know best
I parade through the [?], we get no rest
Body language get sized like a protest
She gon' kiss on this neck, but give no sex
Facetime when you ready, no text
Calculated my steps, no [?]
Blue diamonds and they bussin, touch that, you get a dome check
I put like 4K up on his muffin, you a killa', I ain't know that
Most of y'all hated, I'm waitin'
You run up, you get turned to a patient
Now he talk with a slur
Yo cuz', the fuck is he sayin'?
I can't hear him, the percs' already hittin'
Half dead, had to lean in to listen
Call for help, the IV is drippin'
Probably from some of that shit that I mixed in
Boys on the way, up the stick, so I'm dippin'
Left the scene same way that I slipped in
Wipin' the Blood, you know how I'm Crippin'
And I was never knewn to them missions

[Chorus: Dusty Locane]
Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5, we ride, we die, we slide together
12 knockin' at my door, I don't know shit, not 5, I'm down forever
He was clever, but he made a mistake so I introduced him to Beretta
Funny how a victim only knew a stretcher
Head bust, introduced him to the pressure
Go 'head, apply that pressure
Dead man walkin', he think this shit sweet
.40 got range and it came with a beam
Is you gon' shoot? Go 'head, apply that pressure
Bodies pile up, he nameless to me
I gotta' keep that stainless with me
Is you gon' shoot? Go 'head

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]
This ain't no prop gun, you run up, niggas gon' drop some, don't play tough
They gave us no option, applyin' that pressure, a diamond in the rough
I heard he got caught in the rain, he was slippin', forgot his umbrella
I'm a steppa', I'm puttin' in pain, green tip left a stain in his sweater
Double M, we the feva', ice up, boy I came wit' a heater
I fell in love with the nina, not five degrees, are you checkin' the meter?
Stop duckin', we slidin' with Kel-Tecs
Tryna' see who a nigga gon' kill next
Fuck on his bitch with no feelin's, left in the spot, tell lil' bro get next
Lemme' put you on
He had a trailer, we picked him off
We was just tryna' up the score
Gotta' keep it discreet, that's the art of war
Don't talk when we roll down his block
Pussy nigga had thought it was sweet
You can keep all the cars and clothes, but yo' life, that's comin' with me

[Chorus: Dusty Locane]
Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5, we ride, we die, we slide together
12 knockin' at my door, I don't know shit, not 5, I'm down forever
He was clever, but he made a mistake so I introduced him to Beretta
Funny how a victim only knew a stretcher
Head bust, introduced him to the pressure
Go 'head, apply that pressure
Dead man walkin', he think this shit sweet
.40 got range and it came with a beam
Is you gon' shoot? Go 'head, apply that pressure
Bodies pile up, he nameless to me
I gotta' keep that stainless with me
Is you gon' shoot? Go 'head