Never Fold

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

Never fold under pressure

Riding around with that Wesson

Glock sittin' on the dresser

Amen, God bless you

City nigga with a check

Shit on niggas with the set

Head in the vet

Red dot from the TEC

Red spots on your neck

Live from the 'jects

London, flip a brick, keep 'em coming

Been running shit since a youngin

Going 730, that's what you wanted

All I want is money, nigga, running

Rip the beat, I'm from the street

I'm packing heat, that mac and cheese go good with cake

Nigga, fuck the cost, I been the boss

I got a loft in California way out of state

Nigga, take your bitch on a date

Yeah, she went for the bait

Yeah, ate the pussy like steak

Now I'm all in her face

Yeah, Bobby London, Zaytoven

Driving shit, now it's over

Fuck your bitch on the sofa

Had to call up the chauffeur

Smash in that Rover

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

I ain't tripping off swoop

Just being honest like I'm

Philippines in my DM

Bitches tryna get the scoop

Like where you going? Where you been?

You different now than you was then

Y'all forget I'm from Decatur

Like a nigga got a evil twin

Y'all forget I get it in

Y'all forget I get it in

I just keep up with my checks

I don't keep up with the trends

You can give me your opinion

I can show you where to shove it

I don't need the two pennies

All that talking in the booth

I was on the island, smoking on exotic

Mind on autopilot when I started dialing

Then I thought about it, bitch, you out of pocket

You just shit on yourself, ain't no port-a-potty

Zay on the beat, motherfuck y'all charts

This some East Atlanta shit

What the fuck y'all thought?

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

Tell your girl to hit my phone

Talking 'bout she wanna bone

Tell your man to hit my phone

Talking 'bout he want a song

Remember came from the acid

Pussy wet, I wanna splash it

I'm so focused 'bout some bifocals

Just to fuck your bitch in my glasses

Y'all niggas want attention

Maybe I'm just different

I was standing in the kitchen

I was somewhere on a mission

I was chasing checks, getting it

I was somewhere on your cable

I was tryna stack the zero

Bread looking like bagel

Barb called, he said, "Killa, man

I'm in Cali, Bob, I got jet lag

I'm on tour, Bob, and I'm 'bout it, bitch

If I send her off, bring the bag back

And I might be gone for a minute

Tell London, "Send the pack through"

I just hit 'em with the good dope

Man, in a couple days, I'll be back through, like

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot

Never fold under pressure

Extra strap on the dresser

If your bitch bad, I'ma press her

My niggas down for whatever

Run it up through the roof

Ceiling fans on the coupe

Want the cream, want the loot

Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot