don't push up ft. Eli Alexander, vny. & Javion Bishop Lyrics

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I might push a lil mo out, nigga can't een stunt

Oh you think you ain't gone know bout it, these ain't Runtz

We at goal line, nah nigga I can't e'en punt

Just roll another, i said

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I got that, looked down, shit, dis ain't much,I might double Back

Niggas look at me like, shit, where the trouble at

Niggas serving mid, nah nah I don't want nun of that

Don't push up

In a land where niggas hate just cause you doing better

I been oblivious, objective was to get some cheddar

Palm on the neck, so I can't sweat, but ain't got shit to tell em

These niggas a sell they soul to ya if you fuckin' let em

Hardly a g, but you can't touch the letter

Him off a ladder, flying carpet, Aladdin, bird of a feather, I'm lifted

My life crazy, ain't scripted, I can't e'en hang with you niggas

They vision tainted and brittle, I'm bout as crazy as cryptic

I get on, mufuckas gone be sayin' they miss me

Can't e'en drop the mission, just a missile, If they payin', I'm pimpin'

Fuck a middle man, them be in jam

I get the butter, flick the sand

Switching hands, this nigga Shiva to these Peter Pans

Ben and Jerry's, I'm ice cold, I been down bad

I'm Fuckin' up my fico

I admit I crashed, my apology Geico

I might slip a tad, but impossible I fold

Sum smell fishy, I'm catchin' the lies told

Walkin tightrope, Rey be higher than light pole

Suck me no lipo, got me soundin like just gimme da light'

Sean Paul, raise the temperature tonight, then run that encore

Niggas flexin , they really working out the wrong core

Interception, i peep the play, n run my arms though it

No connection, we got the wrong cord

Cut from a different cloth, an iron to a bronze sword

Aight, I admit, I'm needing it more

Needle to thread, thimble weight, I sow through the door

Click the pen more, you won't see me in lead fight

Here the ticky, ticky, someone read me my dead rights

Boom

Gibbon off da tree, yo pack givin' baboon

Clear the room for the elephant, them quaking in tomb

All my niggas makin dope, shit we cookin' in tune

Cookman Bethune, Rey Mo' take these niggas to school

Loon loon, might need my straitjacket, up in outer space, Rey Xenon, make ya bitch go Zoom Zoom

I been feelin King Kong, I'm saiyan at full moon

Going ape shit, long long, my engine on vroom vroom

Seven

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I might push a lil mo out, nigga can't een stunt

Oh u think you ain't gone know bout it, these ain't Runtz

We at goal line, nah nigga I can't e'en punt

Just roll another, i said

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I got that, looked down, shit, dis ain't much, I might I Might Double back

Ni-Niggas look at me like, shit, where the trouble at

Niggas servin mid , nah nah I don't want nun of that

Don't push up

Woo, niggas dont know what we smoke

We ain't pass no blunts, we dont fuck with baby lungs

We got the bag it's a ton, smoking big dope in the valley

We can't stop it, enough, it ain't no room for the bluff

Niggas toke with no fucks, my head blown, I'ma bust

Got this clip to yo leg, I'ma smoke it all up

Got yo broad on my bed, I'ma slurp it up

I gotta hit and dip to make a couple bucks

Woo

I went to LA, Nigga thought I'd never come down

Rey Pele Pele, Im hot as fuck, you never around

Mr Jefe, pack on Pepe Le Pue, esse

We ain't livin' lavish, I been mad for some decades

Vlad, you tell essay, a life story nigga, I ain't like you niggas

Swear yo life boring, really

You can't bite yo feelings, world swallowed yo heart

I let my vices lift me up, how I've gotten this far

Don-Dont push up, with the kid and get violent

Viola Davis, get away with murder, paint a picture, spraying

Never space a spare, forward fear and feel the favor flaking off

I'm just the taste of 'tainment wait I'm still insane and

Big kid smokin' heavy now hand me the paper

I got too much weed, need to hang with the vapors

He get stol for the gold, hoes stole his ego with capers

This adventurous, I'm like Finn and them, steadily jakin'

Vny. pass me the J a nigga got a lot on my brain

The dopest rappers in the game my every verse is strain

The formula can not be taught this shit should live in your veins

These other niggas swisher sweet, I ain't impressed wit da games

I got caught wit da pack and my stick and I dusted the case

Way too fye to give up the plug, ain't telling nobody name

I'm gassed up we finna roll like we was steppin in skates

Them Fresh Prince Runtz, pullin like a smack in the face, nigga

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I might push a lil mo out, nigga can't een stunt

Oh you think you ain't gone know bout it, these ain't Runtz

We at goal line, nah nigga I can't e'en punt

Just roll another, i said

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I got that, looked down, shit, dis ain't much, I might Double Back

Niggas look at me like, shit, where the trouble at

Niggas serving mid , nah nah I don't want nun of that

Don't push up

Don't push up

Don't push up