Tyga - Pressed Lyrics

Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate all I do is press four
Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang)

It's the hooligan nigga
Eat these rappers up
You just food to me nigga
Rap don't work, I'm a wolverine
Nigga's honey make you desert
Wash it down with some liquor
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
Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers
Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers
My religion, plenty women no choirs
They call me the royal penis, their 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 why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press four
Got you pissed off ballin' up your 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?

Why these bitches so pressed for?
Wh-why you bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Don't make me pull out my pistol

Don't make me pull out my pistol
T-Dot that seaside my bitch is official
Get rich or take it cause that is the ritual
This bitch was talkin' I had to turn visual
I don't like to lose it's bad habit's
All my bitches loyal and true and all fashion
My niggas holdin' the juice
They all strappin' sleepin' on me
Hatin me dude I'm straight gassin'
Everything I'm in is luxury
Them other hoes know they can't f*ck wit' me
Bitch look me in the face
When you stunt on me
Better ask a weak ho try to 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
I'm coming through with that pistol
You better get back, bitch!

If we get rowdy, all my niggas solve it
Why you bitches so pressed for
Don't make me pull out my pistol
If we got a problem, all my niggas solve it
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Don't make me pull out my pistol

Damn! Hop up in my lap, get 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
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed
Cherry Vans, sweet red, red vine
Closed blinds, nigga you gets no shine
It's my party nigga I ain't standin' in line!