Push up, push up, push up, push up Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin' Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin' Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it Push up, push up, push up, push up on Pray to the high, for my enemies

My nigga locked up with a smartphone I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone That's some street shit, we got next, bitch Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me If True wasn't gone he would be

Now your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan So she gon' call her friends, now that's a plan I just ordered sushi from Japan She say she's too young, don't want no man Can't tell her nothing, no She said she too young, don't want no man Drop top, how we

This brutal love Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Bitters and soda Anguish and shame The modern fool Something for my troubled mind

I keep a stick Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch I keep a big Glock You get hit I do not miss shots I tell her, "Kick rocks" Okay, kick rocks, wrist go drip, drop I do not kiss, you making shit hot You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid

You do it (Ayy) I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind I just made 100k, it was quicker than a Vine I was swinging from a

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

I just want us to go (go go) Drop everything and just go (go go) So you can just chill And clear your head And let me do everything for you cause you deserve it Well let just first make this with you cause you are so worth it It'd be so nice

Catch a fire, fire it up Corrupt stirring it up It's burning hot, drifting Hitting every slot With a drop kick , Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit I've lost it

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check