push up

By Slump6s

Released on May 3, 2025

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[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, try to fuck with me, you need a medic (Gang)

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

(Gah, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

What? Yeah, c'mon, hey (Woah)


[Chorus]

No, we don't got no money to worry 'bout (Blatt, blatt)

I walk in, get a check, then I scurry out


[?]

Might hop back in my bag, got 'em worried now (Blatt)

I just went two-tone Patek, McFlurry now

Cleanin' kit, but the money so d-d-dirty now

AMG, turn that shit to a derby now

Pour some pink in my cup, feel like Kirby now

Just hit twenty, I'm uppin' my rank, I got niggas that's hatin' on me, they like thirty now

Diamonds brighten, they might put the furnace out

Rockstar, finer shit, I'm gettin' n-n-nervous now

Nigga signed a lil' deal, thinkin' he was gon' go up, now that nigga slavin' out earnin' now

Say, I just touched down Atlanta, I'm throwin' my four up, my head up, [?]


[Verse 1]

You do what you can, boy I do what I please (C'mon)

Made this swag spread around like disease (Skrrt)

First-class, we takin' a trip to Belize

First name? I don't know and she on her knees

Left wrist, the AP, lil' bitch watch it freeze

[?], my shirt, I went Dior, my jeans

P-p-put in that work, I get what I deserve, [?], but my pockets on C

Watch out, I got pocket rocket on me

How you wife that ho, while she was toppin' on me?

AMG, swervin' the coppers off me

Just went calm on the fit, but my pockets OD

Had to take the lil' bitch off the internet

Told her, "Too many niggas be watchin' on me"

Seen a nigga talk down, I don't interact

'Cause I know they ain't makin' no profit, no cheese


[Verse 2]

Hey, meant what I said 'cause I said it

Hey, wastin' time, my shit had to dead it

Woah, rest in the floor where your head at

Hey, thinkin' he fuckin' me up, need a medic

Hey, he rap on hoes, he get sent back

Heh, scored on that bih' like a step-back

Skrrt, my time to fuck, where your head at?

Heh, whole gang gon' be rich, you could bet that (Woah)

Fifty-fifty round drum on the mag (I went fifty round)

I got 50K sittin' in the bag (Let do it)

I went intimate with the bitch, I had just hit the bitch, then pass her off to my friend

Man, I know the lil' shit wouldn't last, so I left the lil' bitch in the past

Alexander McQueen for the footwear, I walk inside stores, then I clean out the rack

Diamonds so bright, man, you shouldn't even look in here unless you got glasses, boy, watch with the flash

I-I-I'll run yo' chain, and my young niggas took that, you gotta pay upfront if you tryna get it back

[?], we seein' right through that, he rock the lil' shit too long, he got a rash

SSG choppers, boy, we know them super good, he flew to lil' Saints, and he turned to a rat


[Chorus]

No, we don't got no money to worry 'bout (Blatt, blatt)

I walk in, get a check, then I scurry out


[?]

Might hop back in my bag, got 'em worried now (Blatt)

I just went two-tone Patek, McFlurry now

Cleanin' kit, but the money so d-d-dirty now

AMG, turn that shit to a derby now

Pour some pink in my cup, feel like Kirby now

Just hit twenty, I'm uppin' my rank, I got niggas that's hatin' on me, they like thirty now

Diamonds brighten, they might put the furnace out

Rockstar, finer shit, I'm gettin' n-n-nervous now

Nigga signed a lil' deal, thinkin' he was gon' go up, now that nigga slavin' out earnin' now

Say, I just touched down Atlanta, I'm throwin' my four up, my head up, [?]