Pressed - Tyga, Honey Cocaine

Rap don’t work, I’m a wolverine

Nigga’s honey make you desert, wash it down with some liqour

Li-lit up, the pill make a bitch turn flipper

You so um, all on the bottom of my zipper

I Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah

Pinocchio rappers man, all I see is liars (Ahh!)

Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers

Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers

My religion, plenty women no choirs

They call me the royal penis, they’re highness

For when they give it up, pour it up, leave it wit' us

Eatin' my dust, you bustas dusty still on the bus

Truly quick, pick her up or you ain’t bad, you ain’t nothing

All my niggas eatin' like the last supper, nigga

Uhh!

(Ahh!)

Why you bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Open up the gate, all I do is press four (press four)

Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (fist for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Wh-why you bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for) (yeah)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol

Uhh!

Don’t make me pull out my pistol

T-Dot that seaside my bitch is official

Get rich or take it cause that is a ritual

This bitch was talkin' I had to come visual

I don’t like to lose it’s bad habits

All my bitches loyal and true and no fashion (fashion)

My niggas holdin' the juice, they all strappin'

Sleepin' on me, hatin me dude I’m straight gassin' (gassin')

Everything I’m in is luxury (luxury)

Them other hoes know they can’t fuck wit' me (fuck wit' me)

Bitch look me in the face when you stunt on me (stunt on me)

Better ask a weak ho try to front on me (front on me) ha-ha

Now tell me where that bitch at, that bitch ass

All this good food, I’m surprised I ain’t get fat

Wake up then 'urn up then turn up the shit fast (fast)

I’m coming through with that pistol you better get back, bitch!

Ahh!

Why you bitches so pressed for?

(for)

Open up the gate all I do is press four (four)

Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Wh-why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol

If we get rowdy (yeah), all my niggas sorry (yeah)

Why you bitches so burst for (burst for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)

If we got a problem (yeah), all my niggas sorry (yeah)

Why you bitches so burst for?

(burst for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)

Damn!

Hop up in my lap, get high (high)

Pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times)

Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times

Now it’s no more drama, it’s that Mary J Blige (Blige)

Yeah, I’m too high, chinky eyed (eyed)

Cherry vans, sweet red, red vines (vines)

Closed blinds, nigga you gets no shine

It’s my party nigga I ain’t standin' in line!

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Why these bitches so pressed for?

(pressed for)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

Wh-why you so pressed for?