"pushin P" lyrics

Gunna & Future Lyrics

"pushin P"
(feat. Young Thug)

(Wheezy outta here)
Pushin' P
Yeah, pushin' P, turn me up
Turn me up, P, uh-ah

Pointers in the Patek and my piece, I'm pushin' P
Copped new hammers for my P, we don't want no peace
Got a spot across the spot, just for Ps
Dropped the dot and then we plot, exotic Ps
She not a lesbian, for P, she turn Pesbian (Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P)
Off capital P, I rock these Presidents, count presidents (Pushin' P)
Portuguese on her knees, my banana P
She let me squeeze and she leave 'cause she keep the P
Private suite, private seat, bitch, I'm pushin' P
Purple pint, pussy pink, bitch, I'm pushin' P

Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah (Yeah)
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah
Pop a P, I'm paranoid, I can't just sleep
My pockets deep, got racks on me
Why they watchin' me?
I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah

Look, I just, uh, uh, bought the 'Ghini
The opps outside, uh, ah, uh
Okay, bought her a P, not a pill, a Porsche (Pushin' P)
Three Ps, pop pourin' Porsche (Skrrt, pushin' P)
I just fucked a cup of water (I did)
Pushin' P, red bandana cars (Ayy, pushin' P)
I'ma peel out yo' whole endorsement (Ayy, pushin' P)
She ain't veneer for me, she simply porcelains (I never)
I never saw opps, now we finally tusslin' (I never)
She ready to get in the streets for me, no question (Of course, skrrt)
Too rich to text, I let my shawty forward it (Yeah)
Take the P out the alphabet, nigga, try to sort it (Ayy)

I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, P, ah
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P
I'm pushin' P, yeah, ah


Writer(s): Isaac Earl Bynum, Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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