Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek A Brown Jr
Songwriter
Jevon S Suralie ll
Songwriter
Lyrics
They pushing me
They pushing me
They pushing me
They pushing me
Push me don't push me
Don't you get hit up
Cause you tried to push me
Lucky your lucky
God's on my side
But it can get ugly
Touch me don't touch me
I tell her stop
But she's feeling lusty
Dusty you're bummy
(Broke boy's)
Can't sit with me
If you ain't got money
I'm on the edge
So please do not push
When I'm with your girl
She just feel the rush
Yes I be talking and snapping
Thought you had a problem
So tell me what happened
I don't need a gun
Just call me old fashion
Two piece with a soda
And now you're relaxing
Y'all hotter than me
Just stop all the capping
4000° jv bout that action
Ahhh
Please do not
Come to the town
We spray you up
Get put in the ground
Ahhh
They wanna copy my style
I'm one of a kind
So it takes a while
Can't copy a king
Like what do you mean
Get put on my list
Like I was the dean
They want me to stop
But I go for hours
Call up 50 cause I got the power
Ahhh
Push me don't push me
Don't you get hit up
Cause you tried to push me
Lucky you lucky
God's on my side
But it can get ugly
Touch me don't touch me
I tell her stop
But she's feeling lusty
Dusty you're bummy
(Broke boy's)
Can't sit with me
If you ain't got money
Everybody's just a duplicate
A lot of kings but I be ruling shit
Can't do what I do
Thinking otherwise is ludicrous
Don't think you could stop me
You'll get the hands like I'm rock lee
You a shadow clone like naruto
Yet hit you know how it goes
Push who?
Don't push me
Don't get hit up cause you was tryna push me
Lucky
You lucky
God on my side but its still getting ugly
touch me
Don't touch me
I told her chill but she cant
She want me
You're bummy
You're bummy
You buggin out
Can't sit with me cuz if you ain't got your money now
When i run in my lane I'm on Dnd
How could you hate im just being me
Stacking shit so high they aint seeing me
With his bitch in the bed, bnb
She drop that bomb, tnt
On my way to the bread need my cheddar
4000° on this shit bring that pressure
Aint sweating
Got to be patient, keep myself vigilant
Keep a straight face any weather, I'm militant
Niggas be hating my energy, already enemies
Brodie not feeling him
If I can't show her now then the miss stressed
Nice smile I take you to the dentist
Feel the heat how it cook off the skillet
You could push but you reaching your limits
Make you hope you didn't
Jv
I got to flex
4000 degrees thats a flame every breath
The color is green cuz im paid every check
Shoe fit nice let me step on their neck like bet
So push me over the cliff
Im a boulder and ima roll over this shit
For my dinero, flip over this shit
Fuck whoever said Jv don't know how to spit
Bitch
Writer(s): Derek Brown Jr
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