Push Back (feat. DrxcoDuke)

Say you my brother but ain't got my back
Say you be fucking with slimes and the slatts
She from the 80s a cougar a cat
She don't love me she in love with my bag
Walk down the hall and you see all the plaques
And I'm making these melodies fuck got a knack
And I'm with all the soldiers I'm wearing all black
I got a hellcat but I still rock the jag
Diamonds on frost I ain't talking bout jack
Speak on the truth and I speak on the facts
And she choosing me over you like its tag
Pass her a pill for the pain in her back
And she say I won't make it
But look at the numbers
Like you do the math yeah
You do the math
Now look look look
I just been taking the money and flipping it with all the pain
She give me her number I don't ask for names
She only care about my follower gain
Caught him lacking smoke him like a cigar
I hop on the mic then I'm raising the bar
She gave me head and that shit go bizarre
She feeling my body she feeling my scars
You ain't been with us baby not at all
I feel like Pop Hunna popping Adderall
My bitches be fast and furious ain't no Paul
You said you love baby I recall
They really scared of the walk but the fall
It's been a minute since I could go ball
She keep on lying I know that it's false
How many I took maybe two or three
The way live how I love how a movie be
I can not talk to that lil bitch she new to me
She keep on begging for attention I can not see
Nigga it's not what it's supposed to be
Ain't no nigga as cold as me
I got the flower like rosery
I keep my brothers so close to me
Aye count up the guap
Count up the 50 young nigga can't stop
Life in the city I'm seeing the stars
Drxco lil drxco I'm going to mars
Push back aye
We gone push back aye
We gone push back aye
We gone push back aye
We gone push back
We gone push back
We gone push back
Push back aye we gone push back ​
Going straight ghost
Whip so clean with the suicide doors
Bitch so mean feel like going on a war
Even if I fall in the end Ima score
Shooters in the back
Always gotta tiptoe
Gotta turn up
Ain't no time for no shit-shows
Gotta get my bag up
Only me and god knows
Same brown boy
Ain't changed since the get-go
Me and my girl moving outer space no escapist
She don't wanna go to the moon take a day trip
Looking at my wrist got a Tom Ford bracelet
Small town girl with a booty and a facelift
Can't fuck with no lame bitch
Young nigga chasing the guap
I got the guap in my motherfucking pocket
We balling so hard like the motherfucking rock-ets
Feel like I'm boogie knights in the 80s
Choppa hit his left side made him lazy
Ain't nothing devilish she like hades
Pouring up activist in my Mercedes
5 rings go
We really going for more
White bitch sniffing on snow
Feel like 12 kick down your door
Bitch tryna backtrack we got past that
Then we pull up and scratch that
In black cat or 1999 hatchback
We gone push push push back
We gone push back aye
We gone push back aye
We gone push back aye
We gone push back
We gone push back
We gone push back
Push back aye we gone push back ​