Push Start lyrics
by Sexyy Red
Been a money getter and I been doin' my thang
b*tches been hatin' that sh*t ain't gon' change
Been a bad b*tch, that sh*t ain't gon' change
How you mad at me, I don't even want your old man
Who the f*ck this dude, I don't even know your name
Hoes wanna be me but they just can't hang
Me and my baby daddy, Glocks look the same
You the side b*tch, imma always be the main
Lip gloss poppin', make the boys go bezerk
I'm feelin' real sexyy I ain't bout to wear a shirt
I see him looking at me, he don't know I got that work
n*ggas steady asking me how much for a verse
(Chorus)
Push start whips, iced out chains
Fresh outfit and the diamonds on blang
I don't f*ck with b*tches really I'm my own gang
On the highway swerving, gettin' me some brain
I'm a f*cking pimp, I be spitting game
Me and these b*tches, we are not the same
Brand new Forces, all white like cocaine
b*tch you want some smoke so imma give your ass the flame
Wrist blanging, diamonds dancing
If you want static b*tch, we could get it bracking
I'm riding with my n*gga, 10 and 5, we ain't lacking
You was talking all that sh*t, what's the word, hoe what's happening
Hoppin outta trucks, pus*y b*tch what's up
I remember being home getting mad stuck
I'm on demon time, and I keep that Glock tucked
b*tch don't try to run, imma shoot you in the butt
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Keep that same energy when I see you out, lil mama
And if I'm with my son, then we really got a problem
You better ask about me b*tch, I'm strictly bout that drama
I ain't playing, I get dirty, imma f*ck your baby father
(Chorus)
Push start whips, iced out chains
Fresh outfit and the diamonds on blang
I don't f*ck with b*tches really I'm my own gang
On the highway swerving, gettin' me some brain
I'm a f*cking pimp, I be spitting game
Me and these b*tches, we are not the same
Brand new Forces, all white like cocaine
b*tch you want some smoke so imma give your ass the flame
Wrist blanging, diamonds dancing
If you want static b*tch, we could get it bracking
I'm riding with my n*gga, 10 and 5, we ain't lacking
You was talking all that sh*t, what's the word, hoe what's happening
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck b*tch, I don't give a f*ck