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Pushin' a benzo
Pushin' up crazy
Schizo, push to your sicko
Pushin' up lowkey
Lookin' but don't speak
Snitch gon' put him on info
He pushin' up daisies (Pussy)
Pushin' up daily
Nymphos pushed in my crib, oh
If I don't make it
I'ma be lookin' like AB
When pullin' a kick though
Finna go crazy
Eat, give me my credit or pay me
Hit me on Venmo
Ain't no more Zimmo
I been on blitz mode lately
Niggas ain't gave what I been owed
I'm in your end zone lettin' my blick show
Maybe I'll end up takin' a big score
Where I take it?
That's where your bitch go
Shawty gettin' slammed like the Big Show
Like ooh-hoo
Runnin' that money up from the four to the six
I got one in my gun, I'ma let it blow if you flinch
I was promised a hundred, so now I ain't goin' 'til I get, uh
Ooh-hoo
Hummin' in mumbles until they grow into hits
And comin' to companies tryna throw me a big sum
Come with the drama, you know my bro finna blick some
Ooh-hoo
I know my role and it's more vic' than victim
Rags like convicts, I talk with conviction
Call for the cash quick, yep, sip some Vicks up
Jumpman jugglin' twos, fuck all the rules
Got a compact truck on the move, ain't shit to lose
I been workin' one in the noon and never snoozed
If you won't get credit, that's rude and
Give me my check
Give me my check, check
I want that check
Give me my check
Hold up, give me my check, check
I want that check
Give me that
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three
That's these hoes
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three
That's these hoes
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three
That's these hoes
Eighty-seven, eighty-nine, ninety-three
That's these hoes
I don't pay no mind 'cause the money all on it
I don't stay inside 'cause the money all gone
Yeah, shawty fine, if I gotta pay a fine
I can promise you a fine, you can tell her how I want it
Makin' my pockets profit off of the pop hits
That was the plot, the profit set in apartments
Never settle for less, let's lock in 'til the lock big
Poke 'em with chopsticks until the lock pick
Huh, let's see who really got a nigga back
Been in the flats with a gat, finna bend the cap
Givin' 'em facts 'cause the fact is niggas cap
Black Atlanta fitted cap, back I'm at, I'm finna clap
Baggin' at a hitter, tell her pack a bag and send her back
Tryna make a killin' 'cause I come from where the killers at
They locked your Cash App, hit me when you get it back
They locked the Wag app, I'ma walk away, yeah
I don't give a fuck about these niggas or they rap shit
I done seen your rap sheet, all I seen was cap shit
Media be pushin' an agenda every caption
Keep your opinion, matter fact, just
Give me my check
Give me my check, check
I want that check
Give me my check
Give me my check, check
I want that check
Give me my check
Give me my check, check
I want that check
Give me my check
Hold up, give me my check, check
I want that check
I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko
I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko
I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko
I'm talkin' 'bout the sicko