Drake - Push Ups Posted by RAP OU CRĒVE 07 MAY 2024, 14:32 Share this : Share this: 363 Share this : Share this: Follow us on SoundCloud: Share this : Share this: 0 LYRICS Intro(Whoo Kid)AyyVerse 1I could never be nobody number-one fanYour first number one, I had to put it in your handYou pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in JapanI'm the hitmaker y'all depend onBackstage in my city, it was friendzoneYou won't ever take no chain off of usHow the fuck you big steppin' with a size-seven men's on?This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook upExtortion baby, whole career, you been shook up'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me fifty," like some push-ups, huhYour last one bricked, you really not on shitThey make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me litPull your contract 'cause we gotta see the splitThe way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might ripYou better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bityMaroon 5 need a verse, you better make it wittyThen we need a verse for the SwiftiesTop say drop, you better drop and give 'em fiftyPipsqueak, pipe downYou ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped downTravis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped downLike your label, boy, you in a scope right nowAnd you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write downI'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight nowJust to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike downBig difference 'tween Mike then and Mike nowWhat the fuck is this, a twenty-v-one, nigga?What's a prince to a king? He a son, niggaGet more love in the city that you from, niggaMetro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, niggaYeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunnerY'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runnerClaim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from itAnd when you boys got rich, you had to run from itCash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin')Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (What the fuck?)Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch ChanelI just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nailRolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hellShit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tellHugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switchesI'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ayyI be with some bodyguards like WhitneyTop say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'ChorusAyy, better drop and give me fifty, ayyDrop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayyNiggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayyNiggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'Verse 2I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm RickyCan't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fiftyEvery song that made it on the chart, he got from DrizzySpend that lil' check you got and stay up out my businessNigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddyWe know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin'All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitchesThis for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, dropAnd that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with usThis shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' upI don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuckChampagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' upNigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' upYou done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enoughBeggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' usNumbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' upMoney-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' upCornball, your show money merch-money fee to usI'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enoughThis ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon upThis ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon upDrop and give me fifty, all you fuck niggas teamin' upInterlude: Dj AkademiksWhat top five you smokin' on, Kendrick?OutroMmm, mmm, yeahDrop, drop, drop, dropDrop a fifty bag for the mob in the spotDrop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thotUh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG Back to: Songs