Pushin lyrics

by

Kap G


[Chorus]
I'm Pushin the foreign my partner in the right
Hunnit on the dash we running red lights
Money hungry so we trapping all night
f*ck a double cup we sip out the pint
N***** hating and I probably know why
Cuz I'm getting money and I'm eating right
Yo pocket is skinny my pocket is fat
Cuz I got money cuz l'm toting gats

[Verse 1] (YoungAsod)
Three fine b*tches they sitting in the back All of my n***** stay strapped never lack
Young ass n**** | always been about it
N**** want beef i don't wanna talk about
Talk about old money always been had it
N**** talking reckless lock him up in a attic
Hottest in my city All my b*tches pretty
N***** still dumping my old track Litty
Only blue faces I don't want no fifty's
Different breed yea I'm one of the fittest
Dropped my first song n***** thought I was kidding
Went to the store they thought I was stealing
Took out a forty bought out the whole building
Dripped down from my head to my toe
Not only me but all of my hoes
Asod how you get all this money
b*tch ass n**** I'm moving the boats
Reason why you're b*tch gave me throat
Codine I mix it with soda
Where is my money b*tch what is the hold up
Talk to my people if you want a feature
Mexican plugs if you want Justin Bieber
I'm talking about snow b*tch no not the singer
[Chorus]
I'm Pushin the foreign my partner in the right
Hunnit on the dash we running red lights
Money hungry so we trapping all night
f*ck a double cup we sip out the pint
N***** hating and I probably know why
Cuz I'm getting money and I'm eating right
Yo pocket is skinny my pocket is fat
Cuz I got money cuz I'm toting gats

[verse 2] (Kap G)
Spanish Latina I hit from the back
Send her the Uber I don't wanna chat
She'll cook it up in the Lyft with the pack She want the line I ain't talking bout the act
Four in a row pulling up like bingo
They trynna boot up ain't talking about
Timbo
I'm from the A we got I on lingo
Prizes to low I ain't taking both limbo
Hola nice to meet ya I get high wiz Khalifa
If she illegal I get her the visa
I keep on me I give her the ring
If she act right then I get her a lil prada
If she not the one Then she ain't getting nada
She calling daddy she calling me papi
I'm shopping Lenox that sh*t fell of me
Amiri jeans these ain't no dockers
Where I'm from you either rapping or robbing
I got like twenty plus hoes in the lobby
I got all this water on me like a island
If I call the hittas just know that they sliding
They do whatever I say like l'm simon
Trynna get me a sack like a line men
Million dollar smile like I chew trident
Left that boy limping swear he tried it
Three point five in a blunt we light it
When I see the backend it gets me excited
Kap g
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