No Pressure Lyrics by Drebae, Bodybangers, & Lotus (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)
When I come through, it’s pressure
Got my foot upon their necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
‘Cause I’m all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
When I come through, it’s pressure
Got my foot upon their necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
‘Cause I’m all about the checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
I look like heaven, but, bitch, I give these n***** hell
Only friend is Benjamin, I need the Cash App or the Zelle
Like a Zoom call, it’s her face
Body shaped like a vase
Drebae
When I come through, it’s pressure
Got my foot upon their necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
‘Cause I’m all about my checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-di-da-da
Pressure, I come
With pressure I come
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-di-da-da
Pressure, I come
With pressure I come
Murder everything
Murder everything
They tried to act like they ain’t know me, but they knew my name
Now everything I do, these bitches wanna do the same
These heffas copy me, like Simon they do what I say
I have yet to meet a challenge
I been chilling in my palace
Sipping Henny out a chalice
Knocking bitches off they balance
I’m the one like like I’ve been chosen
Tina Snow, neck frozen
Money long like califragilisticexpialidocious
When I come through, it’s pressure
Got my foot upon their necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
‘Cause I’m all about my checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
When I come through, it’s pressure
Got my foot upon their necks
Bitches think I work for Nike
‘Cause I’m all about my checks
You old news, antique
Serve hella looks, call me Mystique
I come through and I drop jaws
My diamonds shine, no flaws
No flaws
These n***** are accessories
Never been a necessity
A badass bitch
I got the sauce, they want the recipe (They do)
Fresh off the runway
Bitches know I been a star (A star)
Dope like Pablo, that’s an Escobar
Oh you insecure like Issa
I’m a work art, Mona Lisa
My face so pretty and so is my body
Your man got his eye on me like illuminati
Give a fuck about how you feel
Ice me out in diamonds if you want me to chill
He said, “What’s your sign?”
I told that n****, “Dollar bill”
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-di-da-da
Pressure, I come
With pressure I come
Pressure, pressure
La-la-la-la-di-da-da
Pressure, I come
With pressure I come (Pressure when I come through)