Lời bài hát Push Ups
I could never be nobody number one fan
Your first number one
I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can't get booked outside
America for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo
Because I'm big in Japan
I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on
Backstage in my city, it was friendzone
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the fuck you big steppin'
With a size-seven men's on
This the bark with the bite, nigga
What's up
I know my picture on the wall
When y'all cook up
Extortion baby, whole career
You been shook up
Cause top told you
Drop and give me fifty
Like some push-ups
Your last one bricked
You really not on shit
They make excuses for you
Cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract
Cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin' splits, bitch
Your pants might rip
You better do that motherfuckin'
Show inside the bity
Maroon 5 need a verse
You better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop
You better drop and give 'em fifty
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain't in no big three
Sza got you wiped down
Travis got you wiped down
Savage got you wiped down
Like your label, boy
You in a scope right now
And you gon' feel
The aftermath of what I write down
I'm at the top of the mountain
So you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass
I had to hike down
Big difference 'tween Mike then
And Mike now
What the fuck is this
A twenty one, nigga
What's a prince to a king
He a son, nigga
Get more love in the city
That you from, nigga
Metro, shut your ho ass up
And make some drums, nigga
Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all nigga manager
Was Chubbs lil' blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you
Boys ain't even come from it
And when you boys got rich
You had to run from it
Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin'
Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas
Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked
Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy
You trippin', boy, you trippin'
Drizzy Chip 'n Dale
Probably got your bitch Chanel
I just got 'em done
Boy don't make me have to chip a nail
Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt
That was slick as hell
Shit'll probably change
If your BM start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses, man
Don't tell me 'bout no switches
I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain
I own next visit
I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
Top say drop
Your little midget ass better fuckin'
Better drop and give me fifty
Drop and give me fifty
Drop and give me fifty
Niggas really got me out here
Talkin' like I'm 50
Niggas really got me out here
Rappin' what I'm livin'
I might take your latest girl
And cuff her like I'm Ricky
Can't believe he jumpin' in
This nigga turnin' fifty
Every song that made it on the chart
He got from Drizzy
Spend that lil' check you got
And stay up out my business
Nigga, shout out to the hooper
That be bustin' out the griddy
We know why you mad, nigga
I ain't even trippin'
All that lil' heartbroken
Twitter shit for bitches
This for all the top dogs
Drop and give me fifty, drop, drop
And that fuckin' song
Y'all got did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewin' in a pot
Now I'm heatin' up
I don't care what Cole think
That Dot shit was weak as fuck
Champagne trippin'
He is not fuckin' easin' up
Nigga callin' Top to see
If top wanna peace it up
Top wanna peace it up
Top wanna peace it up
Nah pussy now you on your own
When you speakin' up
You done rolled deep to this
It's not fuckin' deep enough
Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy
You not fuckin' beatin' us
Numbers-wise, I'm out of here
You not fuckin' creepin' up
Money-wise, I'm out of here
You not fuckin' sneakin' up
Cornball, your show money
Merch-money fee to us
I'ma let you niggas work it out
Because I seen enough
This ain't even everything I know
Don't wake the demon up
This ain't even everything I know
Don't wake the demon up
Drop and give me fifty
All you fuck niggas teamin' up
What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
