Push It

Pushin foreigns ain't foreign to a hustler named Thugga Ask John up at global I'm their number one customer Cash out and I'm gone I don't owe nobody shit Straight to Ty and Will throw some chrome on this bitch Street rich get paid like I'm out here sellin bricks But I own my own shit so I ain't gotta sell shit Hit the club one deep never leave without a bitch All my partners in the feds locked up for hittin licks Like pepper and the salt Till I get a hundred mill fallin all out of my vault No drought cause I stay gettin paid in plenty ways Slim Thugga to the world but the hood still call me Stay Young brave broke nigga took advantage of my chances Saw my future with the pot boy shakin like some dancers Bad bitches say I'm handsome cause they see me bossed up Take em back to the mansion leave em all tossed up Thugga I sip codeine nigga fuck some hen Drank in my cup I don't do gin Pull up foreign then I corner bend Break a bitch to make her money spend In and out the game Hop in I got shit to say I got dough to spend Broke your bitch now you broke again Broke your bitch then I broke her friends I got my money right got my hustle tight I pulled up jammin super tight We always trappin outta rental cars I got your bitch poppin real bars Y'all niggas on them press ups Y'all niggas sippin Watson I got a pint of the Hi-Tech in Don't ask me to pitch in Got a nasty bitch when I hop out Fly as fuck when I hop out Pulled up slow before I hopped out Where the top bitch it dropped out An educator when I'm ridin slab Got your bitch weave all up in my abs Her head north of my Gucci belt But her chin south of my belly ave Hoppin in and out of different cars I done sipped on Tyson bar Fucked your bitch and had a threesome What's that? Ménage à trois Touch the white bitch never hard Kush cornered on Herman Park EDF I'm a trap star Got a muddy cup at McGregor Park Pull up and parallel park Like my name D-Loc but though Coldest nigga in the city spit it Don't ask these niggas better ask these hoes Put a couple niggas straight on Now them niggas off Act' and zone Pulled up in the old school Hopped out shinin all chrome Still trappin off a flip phone Keep a phone full of yellow bones From Hiram Clarke to Acres Homes Coldest in the city puttin on Jam CMK Screw Future Know some young niggas that'll shoot ya Know some jack boys that'll loot ya Not talkin money I'll mute ya