Push Weight

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain

When shit gets gritty, we pull up with blickies

I cash out the bank, cash out with 50's

First class flight, up out the city

The baddest, the finest, the flyest, she with me

Date night trip, still roll with the blicky

Date night trip, still roll with the blicky

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain

They hate, it keep me goin'

I'm runnin' up bands, I'm keepin' it goin'

Stepped on a brick in mean drip

Work hard, I ain't slept on three shifts

Blew twenty-eight G's on mean drip

Ain't shit from a ****, I need it

Pour up the mud, I need it

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain

Ain't nobody safe, slide in a Wraith

Double the check, I double the cake

Five-hundred grams, half a K

Drippin' is rare, no fake

Fuck up the spot, I just made a play

GeeYou the kid ain't playin' no games

Free bro, he fightin' the case

It's do or die, life in the caves

Spoke to bro, he doin' the race

(Spoke to bro, he doin' the race)

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain

When shit get gritty, we pull up with blickies

I cash out the bank, cash out with 50's

First class flight, up out the city

The baddest, the finest, the flyest, she with me

Date night trip, still roll with the blicky

Date night trip, still roll with the blicky, ay, ah

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain

I've got a fiend named Abdul, and he got his Camille on

And it's so hot in the bando, Rollie on, keep the freeze on

Chattin' to a civilian like, "Where you get that weed from?"

Addicted to codeine, I need someone to lean on

Just got the MAC with the grip, and I need sellotape for the beam

Where you get your LV from? Need a bad bitch with the Celine on

Don't salat me in the bando, prayin' to Allah that I get a clean run

Send the texts out at eight, other shotters know I got my Nina

Soldier killed something in the bando, I need some bleach to clean up

I'm big twenty-nine, I make 3k with my feet up

Spent twenty-five on my cat to get some cologne

Spent thirty-five on my cleaner

Tatted up, Wiz Khalifa

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain

When shit get gritty, we pull up with blickies

I cash out the bank, cash out with 50's

First class flight, up out the city

The baddest, the finest, the flyest, she with me

Date night trip, still roll with the blicky

(Date night trip, still roll with the blicky)

Date night trip, still roll with the blicky, ah

Push weight, step in the bando, can't cape

Racks all day, drip so hard, I can't complain