Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek A Brown Jr
Derek A Brown Jr
Songwriter
Jevon S Suralie ll
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
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