Pushing My Buttons lyrics

[Intro: Nunnie Da III]
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, Troopers troop, n*gga
Grrah, grrah, boom, n*gga
Got gangy with me, got Tata with me
Like
Grrah, grrah
Look, I said

[Verse 1: Nunnie Da III & Kay Glizz]
Three deep on a drill, we be huntin'
I know an opp that got hit in his muffin, so I don't know why they keep pushin' my buttons
Tdot back out, bro get to dumpin'
Bend through the Til, had them lil n*ggas runnin'
Yo, Tata, I think these n*ggas started somethin'
Big EBK, no, we not with the frontin'
And KG stay with me, he not for discussion
If it's lit, then it's lit, n*gga, say that
I got Savage with me, he gon' spray that
Nick Blixk died, they ain't get no payback
Mali got shot, where the f*ck is his face at?
We them Troopers, all my n*ggas clap heat
And I'm flockin' whoever don't jack me
Y'all never bend, y'all only wanna rap beef
Get off the 'net and go hop in the back seat, like
f*ck whoever feel a way, we flickin' on anyone jackin' us K
n*ggas be politickin' on the 'net, then see me and never have nothin' to say, I don't get it
All them n*ggas cap a lot (Grrah, grrah)
We got tans and all our pistols clap a lot (Grrah, grrah, Troops)
Never needed no one, n*ggas know our bop (Troops)
You talk on bro, the quickest way to get you shot (Grrah, grrah), grrah
[Verse 2: Kay Glizz]
Grrah, enough of the playtime (Baow)
RG in the cut with his gray nine (Baow, baow, baow)
Spot him, got him, flock him, it's a FaceTime (Grrah)
Gotta walk with that G on my waistline (Grrah, grrah)
Opp thot, eat it and cut, I don't waste time (Grrah)
On that Mali block, we had a great time (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free Buggout, DA made him take five (Grrah, free Buggout, n*gga)
I just hope he don't come back on that same time (Grrah)
I'm a Wagstar, everything shot down (Wagstar)
That's a Dizzy, then he gettin' flocked down (Wag gang)
Try to blitz us, then you gon' hear grrah sounds (GDK)
It go, "Grrah, grrah," who's fried now?
Please don't put me in tracks if you not tough (Don't)
Opp leg tryna sturdy my bop up (Facts)
Do not drop no addy, we do pop-ups (Grrah, grrah)
One in the head, he should've had his Glock tucked (Grrah)
Every time they see us, they run (Grrah)
And we not even able to dump (Dump, dump)
We just tryna have us some fun (Facts, facts)
Tryna get another opp n*gga Runtz (Troops, Troops, Troops)
Leg shot, obviously nobody spun
Troopers ballin' on court like the Suns
It's Devin Booker in the top, can't run (Grrah, grrah)
Like, why would y'all troll on y'all strip with no gun? (Grrah)
Like, grrah, we back at it
I'm back on that sh*t like a crack addict (Grrah, grrah)
He took one to the chest, now he asthmatic
Real n*gga, not into the backstabbin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Grrah, oppers be rap cappin'
We on court playin' ball, we got mad gadgets (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Two deep, two knocks, it was mad tragic (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we play with numbers like it's mathematics, grrah