Push It
If you aint talking them presidents my nigga go keep it pushing
Im at the stove with 9 zones and my right wrist do the cooking
My first love was that white girl but that tan shit go me jugging
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Got 2 ho's like salt and pepa they get the pack and they push it
When it come to loud at the gas station and 93 what im pushing
Early mornings like star bucks niggas wait in line for what im pushing
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Kinsman county that's where im from but the 6 where I make racks at
Im trapped out in a trap house and im posted up with that dope sack
Im not a shooter don't play with guns but Drez with me he bout that
That's fair warning go play crazy and watch bitch get his toe tagged
My pyrex push out baby's like baby gap I got that
My cell phone fill up prescription like Walgreens come cop that
I chase bread don't chase bitches I grind hard like break pads
My lungs dirty from octane what im smoking on is straight gas
No chomo but the boy and girl like stone cold going mayhem
Like Monday nights I push raw you over dose that's all bad
My Sprite dirty Im off Molly wit a bad bitch look like holly
No nun chucks just a chop stick with 100 rounds bitch don't try me
If you aint talking them presidents my nigga go keep it pushing
Im at the stove with 9 zones and my right wrist do the cooking
My first love was that white girl but that tan shit go me jugging
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Got 2 ho's like Salt and Pepa they get the pack and they push it
When it come to loud at the gas station and 93 what im pushing
Early mornings like star bucks niggas wait in line for what im pushing
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Up dumb nights on dumb flights with that tan shit and that hard white
Jays find a vein and they nod out or put straight drop in they crack pipe
They fox traut with us trap stars and we dance n under those street lights
No crystal ball just a trap check hit the jewelry store and brighten up my life
Sack Barkin got puppies in it got the trap looking just like the Carter
Couple hours in this in this mothafukca bet I bubble up like dish water
Don't suffer from ED but these 3 drugs make me go harder
Kush Molly and gangsta lean when it come to mornings im getting started
I push up I pull up I dip straight to that currency
If u in the way like a firefighter I spray yo ass no emergency
Got tunnel vision all I see is bread and that won't ever change on me
But just I got Cartier frames if my vision get to blurry bitch
If you aint talking them presidents my nigga go keep it pushing
Im at the stove with 9 zones and my right wrist do the cooking
My first love was that white girl but that tan shit go me jugging
These niggas no how my tarp go if I got the sack ima push it
Got 2 ho's like Salt and Pepa they get the pack and they push it
When it come to loud at the gas station and 93 what im pushing
Early mornings like star bucks niggas wait in line for what im pushing
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Im at the stove with 9 zones and my right wrist do the cooking
My first love was that white girl but that tan shit go me jugging
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Got 2 ho's like salt and pepa they get the pack and they push it
When it come to loud at the gas station and 93 what im pushing
Early mornings like star bucks niggas wait in line for what im pushing
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Kinsman county that's where im from but the 6 where I make racks at
Im trapped out in a trap house and im posted up with that dope sack
Im not a shooter don't play with guns but Drez with me he bout that
That's fair warning go play crazy and watch bitch get his toe tagged
My pyrex push out baby's like baby gap I got that
My cell phone fill up prescription like Walgreens come cop that
I chase bread don't chase bitches I grind hard like break pads
My lungs dirty from octane what im smoking on is straight gas
No chomo but the boy and girl like stone cold going mayhem
Like Monday nights I push raw you over dose that's all bad
My Sprite dirty Im off Molly wit a bad bitch look like holly
No nun chucks just a chop stick with 100 rounds bitch don't try me
If you aint talking them presidents my nigga go keep it pushing
Im at the stove with 9 zones and my right wrist do the cooking
My first love was that white girl but that tan shit go me jugging
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Got 2 ho's like Salt and Pepa they get the pack and they push it
When it come to loud at the gas station and 93 what im pushing
Early mornings like star bucks niggas wait in line for what im pushing
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
Up dumb nights on dumb flights with that tan shit and that hard white
Jays find a vein and they nod out or put straight drop in they crack pipe
They fox traut with us trap stars and we dance n under those street lights
No crystal ball just a trap check hit the jewelry store and brighten up my life
Sack Barkin got puppies in it got the trap looking just like the Carter
Couple hours in this in this mothafukca bet I bubble up like dish water
Don't suffer from ED but these 3 drugs make me go harder
Kush Molly and gangsta lean when it come to mornings im getting started
I push up I pull up I dip straight to that currency
If u in the way like a firefighter I spray yo ass no emergency
Got tunnel vision all I see is bread and that won't ever change on me
But just I got Cartier frames if my vision get to blurry bitch
If you aint talking them presidents my nigga go keep it pushing
Im at the stove with 9 zones and my right wrist do the cooking
My first love was that white girl but that tan shit go me jugging
These niggas no how my tarp go if I got the sack ima push it
Got 2 ho's like Salt and Pepa they get the pack and they push it
When it come to loud at the gas station and 93 what im pushing
Early mornings like star bucks niggas wait in line for what im pushing
These niggas no how my trap go if I got the sack ima push it
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Writer(s): Deion Thompson
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