Push Up

Got it like AR my wings
I had to win for the team
Gotta get dub like the rings
Dub and I feel like Hakeem

Push up
Push up
I get the bands like a push up
Foot on the gas never look up

Chef Troy Ar Dee when I cook up
She tried to Google me look up
Steady on point with the hook up
Push up
Push Up

They call me point guard on the team
And I got AR on the wing
Was losing in the major leagues
Til I hit him up for the 3

Bittersweet right on the dagon beat
Bittersweet right on my dagon feet
I'm sorry dad
I said I wasn't gon brag
But I had to say dagon see

Where they go? They gone, say dagon
I was just getting my bag on
She on the side like a add-on
Bout my cheese, getting my Mac on

Provolone ranch I got dairy
And blue cheese and green like it's celery
Giving your best and it's evident
Effortless flexing like veterans

Plug me in just like a Mexican
Tried to face up but he hesitant
She say she thirsty, I'm deserted
All of this faking you measuring

Call me a ruler I'm schooling you
She steady choosing, I'm bulletproof
No to kodak and that uzi too
Speak for itself like the Gucci boots

Or like the luibuttons, rocking em
Pull up with scoop in a Honda bruh
Go Redenbacher im popping em
Troy I'm the papi, no stopping em

Troy I'm the papi and no one can stop me
They try double team and I put it behind me
I got all these goals like I was playing soccer
But it's deposits I'm watching, I got em adopted

Juice and the sauce on my voss
Need me a Aniston, naming em, call me a Ross
Best life I'm living like boss
Randy the moss or LT when we ran up the toss



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Briscoe Jr
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