PushaMan
See this shit, is gonna take us out the game
But there are rules to the house
Number one: Never leave this produce in the house
Number two: Get your own crew
Number three: Gotta have discipline in your crew, trust, gotta be tough on 'em
Number four: Don't praise a nigga too much otherwise he gonna think you soft.
Rule number five: Don't show no love
Tell me what you need I got it for cheap
But if you see them D's you ain't cop from me
First they G's, hit the stand and then they cop a plea
So it's just me, just how it supposed to be the pusha man
Anything you can't sell I bet this pusha can
And anything I can't mail I pack up in the van
Don't need a scale niggas eye ballin grams
Experience with the chemist been cooking since we was kids
Selling white and selling mids I'm the future in this biz
They trying to turn out my lights but this hustle never end
Police got these niggas changing swear that we were never friends
Coke amazing junkies racing just to sniff this shit again
I'm your pusha but when it's beef I'm the butcher
Chop a nigga block down it's probably why the cops round
Coke dro and other drugs for the low
When they see me on the go niggas know
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
Everybody wave your hands at the pusha man
I'm a grinder
Push it all from cubes to the whole thing
Five for the O and Fifteen for the whole thing
But there are rules to the house
Number one: Never leave this produce in the house
Number two: Get your own crew
Number three: Gotta have discipline in your crew, trust, gotta be tough on 'em
Number four: Don't praise a nigga too much otherwise he gonna think you soft.
Rule number five: Don't show no love
Tell me what you need I got it for cheap
But if you see them D's you ain't cop from me
First they G's, hit the stand and then they cop a plea
So it's just me, just how it supposed to be the pusha man
Anything you can't sell I bet this pusha can
And anything I can't mail I pack up in the van
Don't need a scale niggas eye ballin grams
Experience with the chemist been cooking since we was kids
Selling white and selling mids I'm the future in this biz
They trying to turn out my lights but this hustle never end
Police got these niggas changing swear that we were never friends
Coke amazing junkies racing just to sniff this shit again
I'm your pusha but when it's beef I'm the butcher
Chop a nigga block down it's probably why the cops round
Coke dro and other drugs for the low
When they see me on the go niggas know
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
I'm yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay
Everybody wave your hands at the pusha man
I'm a grinder
Push it all from cubes to the whole thing
Five for the O and Fifteen for the whole thing
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Joey Vercher
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