Video No Pressure de Aerial Ace 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aerial Ace - No Pressure Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubbz]
I'm late off the top like a motherfucking grip bar
Rep out this bitch to dust, more like you see far
You wonder why all you look like a sea star
Relevant bitch, never seeming out this parts
Yah, yah, if I'm on the floor
Then it's either by money, might dozen your bitch
It's not gon' be funny, my dogs kill a snitch
They says really sorry like dawgs got a ditch
And it's to spit fire - how? Dark
Goons get the sprayer, loud, sharp
Cause a riot, crowd, coward
So blazing mill, proud, power
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Reporting this bitch, no feds feel like Utopia
Stick by my side if I'm not just flocking ya
Cars really singing, and it's such a symphony
That you gon' tell me that they really spoke to ya
Yah, that's cause a point to your head
You seeing thе chopper, your zoist in the fled
Don't piss mе off or your toys gon' be dead
Your bitch is a pig, and she oiks in your bed
You're talking sour, but really a swing like a patch kiss
Cover chopper, yeah, these haters can catch it
Chubbz makes increase, and the skills, he can patch it
The cobbles outlook, yeah, you really can't match this
We got the gas, bitch
Joker ran off in a mask, bitch
Get up and go get some cash, bitch
Get up and go touch some grass, bitch
[Verse 2: Aerial Ace]
Oh, shut up, bitch, come get you a taper
Put 'em in the BC, rack out the razer
Lab in the trap, stack up my paper
Act babbles, I'm hitting your power to erase it
Loop gang, all points shining like a laser
L's on you, can't slide 'em nick neighbors
Just took one shot dink in the chamber
Pussy niggas stick to your major
Go 'head flaunt your bitch like I won't take a piece
Ebony afro, make 'em blackmail
On the cycle say, but headshotting round box
Like a motherfucking iPhone saver
I'm nice in occasion
I spice, won't find no favors, fly high to the cycle sayers
West side, you won't find no flavors, I'm orange
If you done put here, I wouldn't inform you

[Verse 3: IAMCHRISCRAIG]
No pressure, I'm tryna flip my dome
Rock Lee Hurricane - kick my flow
I know they can't get my soul
No man walk on the path or the road I go
Bounce, I do my call
He wanna claim me an enemy, claim me a foe
Make him feel pain in his bones
Claim me got hard, but, lil' homie, you're mosey malone
All red fit, niggas gone on riot
If a nigga think he chef, I'm watch a nigga frying
Crush up on the ones who said floor right beside me
If you got a issue, better come along and try it
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They can not match my attire
Feeling like Madara - how a nigga spit the fire
Feeling like royal to better call a nigga Saya
Blade in my hand turn a man to charcuterie, all of these rays you be capping is new to me
Teaching these niggas that I am the best, and they missing my class, might just walk out the true, and see
I got a homie who is a professor, he'll teach you a lesson if you bring bafoonery
Look at my wallet, and it's Super Saiyan Blue, still I'm dead in my grave, niggas stacking 'em truthfully, tell all these niggas to staying in Loop for me