Lyrics:
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What's the deal bitch I got em
Pull that real shit up out em
Love my brothers and I'm quick to hit that
"You’re my MAS and I’m your
Nicholas" And her brother’s a doctor
And somehow in her
Family she’s looked at like she didn’t do
As much in her life ‘cause she
Things are getting bad again
I wonder if it'll ever end
I don't know what to do
But imma push so I can drive the bends
I Hope your families doing
in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
She throwing neck imma need that
He talking down on the gang get wacked
Turned that boy into a stain, wet
If he push up bet he won't come back
She
It's a tough road to hold
As I roll with the flow
You know I want it all, just push me up against the wall
Push your body up against mine
There's a bomb
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
me
You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me
Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is
don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole
Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights, I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Wanna preach it like your rule is the truth
Don't believe it
It's a loop it's a tool
Like oops
What did I do
Wanted me to be your quiet lil fool
Say why
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
Energy
Get that
Niggas don't want no push back
Revenge
Hold that
Working on all my get back
Casino
Hit that
Walking out niggas got big racks
Jamaica
at your mans
I'll do this shit twice if you try me again
Mama say I ain't right, but I don't give a fuck
So they play while I lay on the set while I lay in
hot chicks
We got no time for these dicks
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, drink hennecy
When I die you'll remember me
So when I'll die you'll remember
to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times
is life
We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody want to fight
They want to see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Look
Why them man talking 'bout trap
And work they never have done
My side don't know about pressure
And my brothers they never could run
Man
I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I'm from the city where the poor flex
We push foriegn cars and park em in
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife-beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar
checkers and I'm playing chess
So start using your head cuz right now I'm ahead of you niggas
I don't fuck with you snitches and federal niggas
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