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don't push me, pt. 2 - syllable lyrics

[intro]
tee walla type beat
uh huh
you don’t know me by now you’ll know me after this
k.o.e man (k.o.e man)
brrrahh (brrrahh)

[verse 1]
first off riding by my lonely
you could say you know me but you not my homie
cause you fake and phony, what you say baloney
piling up my digits counting commas only (d*mn, d*mn)
i look at my cheese call it macaroni
and i’m h*lla global so they call me sony
you won’t catch me lacking if i got it on me
rocking gucci, louis now they call me tony (bling)
lately been counting h*lla money (gang, gang)
let a n*gga try to take it from me
you ain’t heard about me n*gga you a dummy
calling my squad up to aim it at your tummy (huh, huh)
lot of people hating but i think it’s funny
how you want a feature when you broke and bummy
i be cashing out and turn up ’til it’s sunny
want to be my lady but you not my hunny (thot, thot)
rolling up on momma block just like a dope dealer
if i spot a thottie i’ma go get her
am i gon’ hit hеr, tell her go figure
nеver catching feelings them i’m gon’ quit her
lost a lot of people i can’t let it go
i keep a small circle ’cause you never knew of
if you was in my shoes i bet you let it blow up
you don’t know by now then i’ma let you know
[verse 2]
stay loyal and i never cheated
said i’d wouldn’t make it
now they don’t believe it
got them h*lla happy ’cause i’m gon’ achieve it
i been really wondering cause she too conceited (yah, yah)
when i get them digits i just hit it ‘n quit it
she weren’t really with it
so i’m gon’ delete it
messing with my fam i’ma call a lawyer
i’ma catch a case and then i’m gonna beat it (brrrahh, brrrahh)
go broke then hit l!cks started from the bottom i’ma get rich
hunnid to a thousand i’ma flip this
i be flexing, finessing like it’s fitness (flex, flex)
don’t get on my hitlist
what you seen, dreamed, yeah i did this
c’est le beau all about the bidness
k.o.e yeah i’m with this (squad, squad)
all these n*ggas hating on my resurrection
i ain’t got no feelings so i’m never stressing
every day i wake up i think it’s a blessing
wanna run up on me then why you second*guessing? (why, why)
where i’m from you get sent to heaven
yeah without a question you get taught a lesson
now somebody auntie better call a reverend
messing with my fam i turn into a felon
[verse 3]
n*ggas learned a lot, ’til they on tape
when they see the cops why is they confessing?
all these n*ggas rookies if you try to push me
you’ll be catching bullets like an interception (bang, bang)
dead just by myself and i don’t need protection
all these n*ggas p*ssies better show aggression
hunnids, fifties, twenties you ain’t get the message?
you ain’t talking money better get to stepping
k.o.e the squad, the only set i’m repping
all about them benjis, only bag i’m checking
i don’t kiss her mouth ’cause i know she necking
but you know you kissed her so just stop the flexing
chilling on the block and every day i’m cooling
said you getting money n*gga who you fooling?
ain’t no hesitation because i’ma shoot it
and they call me loco, so don’t make me prove it
leave me with your wifey bet you i’ma do it
tell her post a pic and have you looking foolish
listen to my music and i bet you lose it
all i spit is heat and yeah i need to cool it
tell these little n*ggas get up on my level
flexing with a rollie get another bezel
you ain’t got the money asking for a feature
then you out of luck ’cause i could never settle (you broke, broke)
cause my pockets fat just like i’m peter griffin
look at all these rappers i don’t see the difference
throw me any beat and bet you i’ma k!ll it
and my brother told me that i need to chill it
because i’m the illest and i spit the realest
all these record labels i’ma make ’em feel it
they don’t want to listen i’ma make ’em hear it
they don’t want to join it i’ma make ’em fear it
[verse 4]
calling my phone steady wanting to speak to me
syllable when are you coming to eat in me?
syllable why are you acting so mean to me?
why are you hitting me once and you leaving me?
maybe it’s because you don’t mean a thing to me
why is your mom even talking about me to me?
if she a abc i’ll let her meet the d
if you ain’t talk about money don’t speak to me
(you know) you know that your wifey be sucking
so why do these n*ggas be bluffing
they say it’s no puffing (why, why)
they know that they thottie be bussing it
they touching and sucking
and that’s the same chick you loving (why, why)
’cause only them commas i’m touching
they add up and they get to hugging
they see me they blushing
these females stay calling me cute, yeah that is the truth but let you know i’m no mc’lovin

[verse 5]
is the 30 on me
stephen curry on me
with no jersey homie
do you dirty homie (brrrahh, brrrahh)
show no mercy homie
with no worry homie
i call up c’drilla and it ain’t percie homie (brrrahh, brrrahh)
if you talking tough you better be about it
catch you out in public we gon’ see about it
diamonds on your neck shoutout b lou
put that on my momma you won’t leave without it (gang)

[outro]
gang (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
k.o.e man (k.o.e man)
na (na) i’m coming (coming)
that’s gang (gang)

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