Stressed Lyrics – Young thug

Stressed Lyrics from Punk is the latest English song sung by Young Thug. Stressed song lyrics penned by T-Shyne, J. Cole, Young Thug and the beautiful music has been given by T-Minus, Tommy Parker, WU10.

Stressed Lyrics

Stressed Lyrics

Got me stressed (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I don’t wanna rest (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Smoking cigarettes (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Get it off my chest (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I don’t wanna stress (woah!)
But I can’t help it thinking if I lose the rest (oh! Woah!)
And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (oh! Woah!)
But I can’t help it, hey (oh! Oh!)
No, no, no

Rocky balboa, I’m boxin’ with ya, hey
(woah, woah! Woah! Woah!)
I don’t know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey
(woah, woah! Woah! Woah!)
I told her buy huaraches for me
(woah, woah! Woah! Woah!)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey
(woah, woah! Woah! Woah!)
I don’t know if I wanna expose this to you (oh! You)
I don’t know if I wanna caress you (oh! Oh!)
Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (oh! Woah!)
Don’t know what I wanna would do with you

Well, it’s that gap talk, pistol hold
N*g** on your damn street
P***y n*g** usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I’ma smack suckers this year
I’ma make a hundred thousand racks of this here
Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be getting be too big to pay in cash
Send it wide, send it fast
Before I might jus change my mind
Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a n*g** time
I ain’t saying that I’m the richest n*g**
That’s in this s**t (but I’m one of them)
Barely check my account
N*g** I’m admittin’ it (I don’t give a f**k)
F**k around with my bread
Bet you I’ma find out (I’ma catch a n*g**)
Couple n*g**s, I doubt it
Know what I’m talking about
N*g** don’t play with me
I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a momma to spoil, I got a brother
Got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and s**t, medical bills, credit to fix
People to pay, label to run
You play with your life or you play with my funds, n*g**

Got me stressed (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I don’t wanna rest (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Smoking cigarettes (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Get it off my chest (oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I don’t wanna stress (woah!)
But I can’t help it thinking if I lose the rest (oh! Woah!)
And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (oh! Woah!)
But I can’t help it, hey (oh! Oh!)
No, no, no

Oh! Sweats, road, jets, tote, texts, no flex
Bad b***hes, no let’s own that, broke, next pill
Pop a square, n*g**s bare witness (oh!)
Blunt twisters, f**k n*g**s (oh! Got me stressed)

I’ve been stressing
‘cuz I still ain’t buy my dad a house (stressing)
I’ve been stressing
‘cuz my girl said we can’t work it out
I know some people that start sinnin’
As soon as church get out
And I don’t think like I used to think
‘cuz I’m older now
When you broke, you doing more for less
You ain’t finding no success
Sad to say my girl just left
And I really love her to death
Told her I can’t call her my ex
‘cuz I feel like we ain’t finished yet
I just text her phone and I said are you out your feelings yet?
And my brother, he just called and need that lawyer money
They said he did it, but I know he didn’t
But you need o.J. Money when you tryna get acquitted (yeah!)
This s**t is sickenin’, nobody listen when you imprisoned
I was hanging on the corner with some jordan’s on, no designer
Servin’ up that white girl, back then we called her fine china
I was looking for a bad b***h, but didn’t know where to find her
All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond
I’m just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that’s how feelings get crushed
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang but, dawg, they not one of us

Stressed Music Video

Stressed Song Details

Song: Stressed
Album: Punk (2021)
Singer: Young Thug
Lyrics: T-Shyne, J. Cole, Young Thug
Music: T-Minus, Tommy Parker, WU10