Cancer Stick No Pressure

Version #1: "Cancer Stick" / "Cinco De Mayo" [Intro: Offset] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Offset] Do like I do, nigga flip you some money Okay, we really came up from nothing Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign Two hundred racks in the trap when I'm touring Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning Christian Dior when I'm dressing in garments Yeah, shoot at my targets Yeah, aiming at artists Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger You niggas character, Marvel Take your shoes off on my marble Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle I pour up the drink and I give her a narco Run with your pack, where is Waldo? Look at my history, bags in my bio Migo like Cinco de Mayo [Verse 1: Offset] Migo like Cinco de Mayo, I got the trap in my bio Yeah, mini fourteen with the drum, I put your ass on a flyer Uh, niggas out here really bums Want take your bitch, I might buy her Uh, sippin' on lean like it's rum, but it do not get me tired Uh, if you gon' pull out that gun, you better cock it and fire Uh, bitch I came up from a crumb, did this for grandma, she flyin' Uh, you can come still get a one, fuck it my niggas gon' jump Uh, saw off the front of the pump, put the gun up to your gum 50K on me lil homie, 100K knock 'em off sandy Bitches out here need some money Or they dependent on Monday Peace to you bitches like Ghandi One of my friends is a junky, fuck Get up and get you some money, uh Cookie smell like it is fungus The bella, the OG, the onion, yeah Pull out that fire, now he runnin' He just caught four to the stomach, uh He got some blood in his vomit I cut the cord off your bungee Goyard got racks in abundance Hop on the jet out to London 12 behind me so I punch it [Chorus: Offset] Do like I do, nigga flip you some money Okay, we really came up from nothing Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign Two hundred racks in the trap when I'm touring Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning Christian Dior when I'm dressing in garments Yeah, shoot at my targets Yeah, aiming at artists Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger You niggas character, Marvel Take your shoes off on my marble Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle I pour up the drink and I give her a narco Run with your pack, where is Waldo? Look at my history, bags in my bio Migo like Cinco de Mayo [Verse 2: Young Nudy] I'm all in Texas, all in Houston, nigga sippin' on drank Got a whole damn paint, nigga just cashed on a bank Yeah nigga, I got money Yeah bitch, what you think? All these bitches love slimeball, yeah they love the plate When it come to play, they know how I play I got money in my pocket plus I got a pocket rocket Niggas think they gon' stop me, bro I'm cocked and I'm gon' pop it And I don't do no poppin', all my guns on poppin' I just like to pop bodies, yeah I love to see 'em drop it Yeah I like your bitch, she just pop, lock, and drop it Yeah I'm in her, young nigga get in her, yeah Racks on me in the air, yeah She wanna fuck for the cheese, yeah I know you snitchin', you cheese, yeah Hold on dawg, I don't even fuck with that dawg I'm a real big dawg Roof, nigga I step on you dawg Niggas ain't gettin' no money, quit flexing Niggas ain't choppin' up shit, quit flexing Nigga been choppin' up shit, no flexing All this goddamn money, I'm flexing Blue hundred bitch, nigga know I stay flexing You ain't got no money, fuck nigga you flexing nigga Meanwhile, while you flexing on another nigga's bitch All these goddamn hoes on my dick Yeah, you need to come check on your bitch, yeah All these bitches, lil bitch Yeah I got your bitch on my bitch, yeah And I got rich, gettin' rich, yeah Nigga you could never get this, yeah All this guap on me, yeah Know the big Glock on me, yeah Know will pop with me, yeah Please don't try me B, yeah And you know I'm big blood And you know I'm big dawg, yeah And I know you a bitch, yeah And I know you lil dawg Nigga do like I do, nigga get you some money Nigga get you some money Money on your head, my young niggas gunnin' Niggas havin' discussions, he's talkin' 'bout money Nigga don't talk to me pussy, it ain't 'bout no money Yeah nigga, don't talk to me nigga, it ain't 'bout no money nigga Ayy man I don't know what to tell y'all niggas Y'all niggas some broke ass fucks man Fuck you niggas Huh, look at me, copy me nigga [Chorus: Offset] Do like I do, nigga flip you some money Okay, we really came up from nothing Two hundred that shit, the clutch in the foreign Two hundred racks in the trap when I'm touring Thanking the lord when I wake up this morning Christian Dior when I'm dressing in garments Yeah, shoot at my targets Yeah, aiming at artists Yeah, trap out the Hellcat Charger You niggas character, Marvel Take your shoes off on my marble Your bitches got lost in the sauce, off the startle I pour up the drink and I give her a narco Run with your pack, where is Waldo? Look at my history, bags in my bio Migo like Cinco de Mayo Version #2: "No Pressure" [Chorus: Young Nudy] John Wayne, Smith and Wesson Cross him out, give him a blessing All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I'll bless ya Anything go for the money, want extra Been getting money, boy I know I need extra Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure I do the smoke nigga, Newport Short a nigga pack, no Newport Rob a nigga blind, no new folk I don't really fuck with you new folks Put him in the chair, nigga death row Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat Slimeball nigga got mojo [Verse 1: Young Nudy] Yea I got lean for days (for days) Bitch I got plays on plays (plays) Bitch I got J's on J's (J's) Bitch I got glass for glass (glass) Bitch I got cash on cash (cash) Drop it on a nigga's mans on mans (on mans) Nigga fuck what you saying (fuck what you saying) Make a nigga cross out his mans (make him cross him out) Anything go for the bands (for the bands) Brrrr (do that nigga) Nigga I'm on that shit (on that shit) Nigga really on that shit (I swear) Bitch all on my dick (yeah) Your baby mama on my dick (yeah) All these hoes on my dick (I swear) Big Glock 40, big dick (big forty) [Chorus: Young Nudy & Offset] John Wayne, Smith and Wesson (John Wayne) Cross him out, give him a blessing (pew pew) All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher (pew pew) Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I'll bless ya (slime) Anything go for the money, want extra (woo) Been getting money, boy I know I need extra (extra) Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure (pressure) Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure (brt brt brt) I do the smoke nigga, Newport (smoke) Short a nigga pack, no Newport (pack) Rob a nigga blind, no new folk (blind) I don't really fuck with you new folks (no) Put him in the chair, nigga death row (death row) Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat (ughh) Slimeball nigga got mojo (slimeball) Yeah I got 'em [Verse 2: Offset] Black Mulssane hogging both lanes (Mulssane) Stick with the kick like Liu Kang (woah) Forgiato white, ice cocaine (woo) Ice up the chain for the gang gang (gang gang) Put the laser on your brain for some chump change (brr) Niggas in the field, nigga do or die (field) Nigga write your will when the bullet fly (hey) Don't be playing with the mill 'cause it's suicide (nah) Having racks like Illuminati (racks) Get a nigga wacked, smell like porta-potties (wack) Shot him in the back, got him Milly Rocking (uh) Chopping off the hatch, foreign coupe exotic (woo) Backends in the trap, that's a double profit (double profit) Hit him with the axe, don't talk about it (axe) Matte black MAC, shoot the sparks up out it (brrt brrt brrt brrrt) [Chorus: Young Nudy] John Wayne, Smith and Wesson Cross him out, give him a blessing All white duct tape, put him on a stretcher Hell yeah slimeball, nigga I'll bless ya Anything go for the money, want extra Been getting money, boy I know I need extra Nigga wanna talk, boy I know you got pressure Shoot you in your face, motherfucker no pressure I do the smoke nigga, Newport Short a nigga pack, no Newport Rob a nigga blind, no new folk I don't really fuck with you new folks Put him in the chair, nigga death row Cut his ass out, nigga cutthroat Slimeball nigga got mojo Yeah I got 'em