Rey Morado, Eli Alexander, vny., Javion Bishop - don't push up Lyrics

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I might push a lil mo out, nigga can't een stunt
Oh you think you ain't gone know bout it, these ain't Runtz
We at goal line, nah nigga I can't e'en punt
Just roll another, i said
Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I got that, looked down, shit, dis ain't much,I might double Back
Niggas look at me like, shit, where the trouble at
Niggas serving mid, nah nah I don't want nun of that
Don't push up

In a land where niggas hate just cause you doing better
I been oblivious, objective was to get some cheddar
Palm on the neck, so I can't sweat, but ain't got shit to tell em
These niggas a sell they soul to ya if you fuckin' let em
Hardly a g, but you can't touch the letter
Him off a ladder, flying carpet, Aladdin, bird of a feather, I'm lifted
My life crazy, ain't scripted, I can't e'en hang with you niggas
They vision tainted and brittle, I'm bout as crazy as cryptic
I get on, mufuckas gone be sayin' they miss me
Can't e'en drop the mission, just a missile, If they payin', I'm pimpin'
Fuck a middle man, them be in jam
I get the butter, flick the sand
Switching hands, this nigga Shiva to these Peter Pans
Ben and Jerry's, I'm ice cold, I been down bad
I'm Fuckin' up my fico
I admit I crashed, my apology Geico
I might slip a tad, but impossible I fold
Sum smell fishy, I'm catchin' the lies told
Walkin tightrope, Rey be higher than light pole
Suck me no lipo, got me soundin like just gimme da light'
Sean Paul, raise the temperature tonight, then run that encore
Niggas flexin , they really working out the wrong core
Interception, i peep the play, n run my arms though it
No connection, we got the wrong cord
Cut from a different cloth, an iron to a bronze sword
Aight, I admit, I'm needing it more
Needle to thread, thimble weight, I sow through the door
Click the pen more, you won't see me in lead fight
Here the ticky, ticky, someone read me my dead rights
Boom
Gibbon off da tree, yo pack givin' baboon
Clear the room for the elephant, them quaking in tomb
All my niggas makin dope, shit we cookin' in tune
Cookman Bethune, Rey Mo' take these niggas to school
Loon loon, might need my straitjacket, up in outer space, Rey Xenon, make ya bitch go Zoom Zoom
I been feelin King Kong, I'm saiyan at full moon
Going ape shit, long long, my engine on vroom vroom

Seven
Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I might push a lil mo out, nigga can't een stunt
Oh u think you ain't gone know bout it, these ain't Runtz
We at goal line, nah nigga I can't e'en punt
Just roll another, i said
Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I got that, looked down, shit, dis ain't much, I might I Might Double back
Ni-Niggas look at me like, shit, where the trouble at
Niggas servin mid , nah nah I don't want nun of that
Don't push up

Woo, niggas dont know what we smoke
We ain't pass no blunts, we dont fuck with baby lungs
We got the bag it's a ton, smoking big dope in the valley
We can't stop it, enough, it ain't no room for the bluff
Niggas toke with no fucks, my head blown, I'ma bust
Got this clip to yo leg, I'ma smoke it all up
Got yo broad on my bed, I'ma slurp it up
I gotta hit and dip to make a couple bucks
Woo

I went to LA, Nigga thought I'd never come down
Rey Pele Pele, Im hot as fuck, you never around
Mr Jefe, pack on Pepe Le Pue, esse
We ain't livin' lavish, I been mad for some decades
Vlad, you tell essay, a life story nigga, I ain't like you niggas
Swear yo life boring, really
You can't bite yo feelings, world swallowed yo heart
I let my vices lift me up, how I've gotten this far

Don-Dont push up, with the kid and get violent
Viola Davis, get away with murder, paint a picture, spraying
Never space a spare, forward fear and feel the favor flaking off
I'm just the taste of 'tainment wait I'm still insane and
Big kid smokin' heavy now hand me the paper
I got too much weed, need to hang with the vapors
He get stol for the gold, hoes stole his ego with capers
This adventurous, I'm like Finn and them, steadily jakin'

Vny. pass me the J a nigga got a lot on my brain
The dopest rappers in the game my every verse is strain
The formula can not be taught this shit should live in your veins
These other niggas swisher sweet, I ain't impressed wit da games
I got caught wit da pack and my stick and I dusted the case
Way too fye to give up the plug, ain't telling nobody name
I'm gassed up we finna roll like we was steppin in skates
Them Fresh Prince Runtz, pullin like a smack in the face, nigga

Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I might push a lil mo out, nigga can't een stunt
Oh you think you ain't gone know bout it, these ain't Runtz
We at goal line, nah nigga I can't e'en punt
Just roll another, i said
Seven grams, fourteen blunts, I got that, looked down, shit, dis ain't much, I might Double Back
Niggas look at me like, shit, where the trouble at
Niggas serving mid , nah nah I don't want nun of that
Don't push up
Don't push up
Don't push up