​don’t push me! lyrics

[Intro: Nuuma]
Pop in hit you with a broom
Just been out work in my room
Inside leading me to my doom
When did I? Guess who consider
Work, work on the shiver
Work, work on the shiver
(House c-cat)
(Buck should I get it?)
Stomping hands in the dirt

[Verse 1: kirby2cool!]
Wow, don't push me
My b*tch too nice with the pus*y
My pockets filled up with cooshly
Me and Soulbomb but you wish you could be
But too bad for you you're a pus*y
You ain't got no swag, you a rookie
I'll smoke anything with more cookie
You weren't hard you fraudulent pus*y
b*tch, I got swag out the as*h*le
b*tch, I can't lose when I battle
b*tch, I smoke sh*t you can't handle
You a big b*tch just put it in your handle
Can't walk a mile in my sandals
Still want the Fantano flannel
I get the mic and I trample
Makе Jen use your scream as a samplе
Oh wow, what's the issue b*tch? You mad that I'm magnificent?
You not hard not a little bit, I steal your blood and finish it
Don't act like you predicting sh*t, you just got lucky little b*tch
That house cat hitting different
Hear your sh*t, don't revisit it
Wow, what's your problem, what's your problem f*cking wannabe
Say you gonna make it but you know you never gonna be
Something we will listen to so go away you dozen freak
I got too much free time I'm hoping that someone f*ck with me-
[Verse 2: Nervexx]
I was just messing around, got a little c*ck bad boy hit the ground
You're gonna rate my set, [?]
I be thinking "Oh my Lord, hit the bottle shop"
And I'll go raise the padlock, lock these pussies up in Hell
f*ck you thought, if I was smokin' Y2K
Yeah ENXGMV in my [?], I was swinging let go, covered in gold
I feel levelled with my sh*t cause I be out with the O's
And you know, wash my hands when I'm motivated
Cause there's a whole sh*t show through my mind debate
Almost gave up January 21
My plays went sh*t, yeah that was fun
But I then came back saying I did need help
But when I popped off I was backin' out
So here's a lesson, pressure b*tch
If you give up, you won't be missed
Yo' Mom will fall, my [?] will fall
[?] content whore
If you stay put and state your claim
You said we good, we signing fame
A word for me and Kirby too, so get up all you lacking fools

[Verse 3: $oulbomb]
You won't ever, Soulbomb and I going to a psychosis
Got too much on the acid, and I f*cked up my emotions
Waking up at 4pm, my lack of energy's atrocious
And I'm feeling pretty worthless
But I can't finish an open
Sorry for nothing, don't care that I'm lazy
Take all these shirts off and my vision is hazy
Features so much and I'm lucky that pays me
I just hop on the mic and go crazy
You already know I'm going through it
Stop talking sh*t I'm real talk, f*cking lose it
Kirby, Nervexx and Soulbomb going stupid
f*ck on your party, got everyone moving
[Verse 4: Nuuma]
Pop in hit you with a broom
Just been out work in my room
Inside leading me to my doom
When did I? Guess who consider
Work, work on the shiver
Work, work on the shiver
Work, work
Stomping hands in the dirt
Feel it in your body
Taste it on your lip
Breathing the air
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Outro: kirby2cool!]
Wow, don't push me
My b*tch too nice with the pus*y
My pockets filled up with cooshly
Me and Soulbomb but you wish you could be
But too bad for you you're a pus*y
You ain't got no swag you a rookie
I'll smoke anything with more cookie
You weren't hard you fra-