"PUSH UP" lyrics
1nonly, Project Pat & 870glizzy Lyrics
[1nonly:]
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got—got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Like who that is? Who that was? Think that it's that time of month
To count my hunnids, fifties, spend it, limit, million dollar trust
Think I'm back, why you tripping? Stop that act
If you got problems with me come and meet my auto mac (Damn)
[Project Pat:]
When I'm standing on stage, I got HB and country (Uh-huh)
Strapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)
Heads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (Woo, woo, woo)
Popping all the pills make your pockets fall off
Do like I did, go to God, get deliverance (Mm)
Birds flock together, being 'round you is ignorance (Mm)
No repentance when them bullets leaving out they gun (Pow)
Tryna rob something, ran up on the wrong one
Pow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (Wow)
Bullet shells right beside his body on the curb
Sad song but it ain't too late to change it up (Na, na)
Streets like a chicken scam call, hang it up
[1nonly:]
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got—got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I p-p-p-p— steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
[870glizzy:]
M-m-m-my nigga put one in a box and he got boxed up too (Damn)
But there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (Damn)
I know I been trippin' lately (Wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (Yeah)
I been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (Boom, boom, boom)
2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was probably serving you (Yeah)
Stretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (What that dirty do)
If it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (It ain't me)
Bitch, I been him since the age of seventeen (Yeah, that's right)
[1nonly:]
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got—got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I p-p-p-p— steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got—got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Like who that is? Who that was? Think that it's that time of month
To count my hunnids, fifties, spend it, limit, million dollar trust
Think I'm back, why you tripping? Stop that act
If you got problems with me come and meet my auto mac (Damn)
[Project Pat:]
When I'm standing on stage, I got HB and country (Uh-huh)
Strapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)
Heads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (Woo, woo, woo)
Popping all the pills make your pockets fall off
Do like I did, go to God, get deliverance (Mm)
Birds flock together, being 'round you is ignorance (Mm)
No repentance when them bullets leaving out they gun (Pow)
Tryna rob something, ran up on the wrong one
Pow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (Wow)
Bullet shells right beside his body on the curb
Sad song but it ain't too late to change it up (Na, na)
Streets like a chicken scam call, hang it up
[1nonly:]
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got—got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I p-p-p-p— steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
[870glizzy:]
M-m-m-my nigga put one in a box and he got boxed up too (Damn)
But there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (Damn)
I know I been trippin' lately (Wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (Yeah)
I been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (Boom, boom, boom)
2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was probably serving you (Yeah)
Stretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (What that dirty do)
If it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (It ain't me)
Bitch, I been him since the age of seventeen (Yeah, that's right)
[1nonly:]
Bitch, I push up with that steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got—got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
Bitch, I p-p-p-p— steel, st—st—, who you tryna kill?
F—F—Forgiato's on the whip, I'm riding through your ville'
Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt and keep it steppin'
Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talking reckless
