Pressure Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown

Sawed-off buckshot
Blowin' all the locks off
Comin' in hot
Burnin' up like a molotovSawed-off buckshot
Blowin' all the locks off
Comin' in hot
Burnin' up like a molotov
Pedal to the floor
Flood the carburetor
Slow down? What for!
Got my finger on the detonator
Boom
I got nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, nothing to prove
Put your money in your mouth, roll the dice, make a bet
Stack up your chips, watch me push 'em off the edge
Another down
On to the next
Yeah, another one down
On to the next
Black cat, short fuse
Spark it up, bad news
Everywhere I go
Leave a mark like a tattoo
Wasting no breath
Wasting no time
Settin' it off
Like the Fourth of July
And boom
I got nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, nothing to prove
Make no mistake, don’t get it confused
I am what I am, I do what I do
Another down
On to the next
Another one down
On to the next
Holy water mugshot
Cell door unlocked
Straight from the gutter
But I came out on top
Boom
I got nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, nothing to prove
Make no mistake, don’t get confused
I am what I am, I do what I do
Another down
On to the next (Yeah)
Another one down
On to the next
Another down
On to the next
Another one down
On to the next
Another down, another down
On to the next
Another down, another one down
On to the next (Yeah)