Spend my money on music before I spend it on you bitch
That ain't runts you can't fool me it's popcorn go to the movies
Catch me smoking on stupid don't go to clubs with no toolie
You'll be pushing up tulips if you tryna me or my crew bitch
I don't want beef I want bread, I'm tryna take us to Ruth Chris
My style cold need a sled, Vibe Tribe the label no ruthless
Think that I'm f*cked in my head cause killing all these beats soothes me
I'm in the stu off the meds, I just popped some footballs like Stewie
Didn't wanna f*ck so she blew me, rolled her a personal doobie
These rappers actors like Clooney, put that little shit down or shoot me
Wanna be hard but you goofy, that shit you bump got you losing
It got you full of delusion, we could be getting some blue cheese
But if smoke is what you want I gotta big ole f*cking pack
Big ole f*cking pack just like some wolves don't f*ck with rats
But I'm focused on these raps spit every verse likes it's my last
I know we've had it under wraps we bout to go up like blast
They saying I'm living fast with all these roxies on my ass
If these cops get on my ass I'll pop like four and eat the gas
They saying I'm living fast with all these perkies on my ass
But if the cops get on my ass I'll eat like four and hit the gas
These rappers selling out I be wondering is their heart intact
Let alone their soul, they left it in the past like artifacts
You can't ride my wave bitch every song is like a shark attack
I'm your siblings favorite here's some autographs on starter caps, bitch
Overland road is where this vibing shit started at
A lot of shit has went on but that's where a piece of my heart is at
Still your bitch favorite risk taker
But we no longer pull capers
Got that semi on my waist bitch
And a blade for certain cases
Stacking more cheese than a grater
Not trynna work I'll see you later
Smoking Zim the green invade ya
I'm a gremlin but don't pop fake shit
This Bleu Belaire imma face it
Might as well get it by the cases
Only wanna see blue faces
But I can't respect no f*cking racist
Bleu Belaire, imma face it
Might as well buy some cases
All I care about blue faces
But f*ck you if you a racist
Hit up bro for them flavors, when I spit you probably taste it
Young Burn 1 he the hottest like Everclear without a chaser
Had to stop being modest cause they treat me like I'm the greatest
Now the music I'm lost in I gotta live through these pages
What the f*ck is sleep, I through out the cushions
Imma keep on pushing
Imma keep on pushing
I gotta keep on pushing
BURN ONE - The Pusher Lyrics
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Spend my money on music before I spend it on you bitch
That ain't runts you can't fool me it's popcorn go to the movies
Catch me smoking on stupid don't go to clubs with no toolie
You'll be pushing up tulips if you tryna me or my crew bitch
I don't want beef I want bread, I'm tryna take us to Ruth Chris
My style cold need a sled, Vibe Tribe the label no ruthless
Think that I'm f*cked in my head cause killing all these beats soothes me
I'm in the stu off the meds, I just popped some footballs like Stewie
Didn't wanna f*ck so she blew me, rolled her a personal doobie
These rappers actors like Clooney, put that little shit down or shoot me
Wanna be hard but you goofy, that shit you bump got you losing
It got you full of delusion, we could be getting some blue cheese
But if smoke is what you want I gotta big ole f*cking pack
Big ole f*cking pack just like some wolves don't f*ck with rats
But I'm focused on these raps spit every verse likes it's my last
I know we've had it under wraps we bout to go up like blast
They saying I'm living fast with all these roxies on my ass
If these cops get on my ass I'll pop like four and eat the gas
They saying I'm living fast with all these perkies on my ass
But if the cops get on my ass I'll eat like four and hit the gas
These rappers selling out I be wondering is their heart intact
Let alone their soul, they left it in the past like artifacts
You can't ride my wave bitch every song is like a shark attack
I'm your siblings favorite here's some autographs on starter caps, bitch
Overland road is where this vibing shit started at
A lot of shit has went on but that's where a piece of my heart is at
Still your bitch favorite risk taker
But we no longer pull capers
Got that semi on my waist bitch
And a blade for certain cases
Stacking more cheese than a grater
Not trynna work I'll see you later
Smoking Zim the green invade ya
I'm a gremlin but don't pop fake shit
This Bleu Belaire imma face it
Might as well get it by the cases
Only wanna see blue faces
But I can't respect no f*cking racist
Bleu Belaire, imma face it
Might as well buy some cases
All I care about blue faces
But f*ck you if you a racist
Hit up bro for them flavors, when I spit you probably taste it
Young Burn 1 he the hottest like Everclear without a chaser
Had to stop being modest cause they treat me like I'm the greatest
Now the music I'm lost in I gotta live through these pages
What the f*ck is sleep, I through out the cushions
Imma keep on pushing
Imma keep on pushing
I gotta keep on pushing
That ain't runts you can't fool me it's popcorn go to the movies
Catch me smoking on stupid don't go to clubs with no toolie
You'll be pushing up tulips if you tryna me or my crew bitch
I don't want beef I want bread, I'm tryna take us to Ruth Chris
My style cold need a sled, Vibe Tribe the label no ruthless
Think that I'm f*cked in my head cause killing all these beats soothes me
I'm in the stu off the meds, I just popped some footballs like Stewie
Didn't wanna f*ck so she blew me, rolled her a personal doobie
These rappers actors like Clooney, put that little shit down or shoot me
Wanna be hard but you goofy, that shit you bump got you losing
It got you full of delusion, we could be getting some blue cheese
But if smoke is what you want I gotta big ole f*cking pack
Big ole f*cking pack just like some wolves don't f*ck with rats
But I'm focused on these raps spit every verse likes it's my last
I know we've had it under wraps we bout to go up like blast
They saying I'm living fast with all these roxies on my ass
If these cops get on my ass I'll pop like four and eat the gas
They saying I'm living fast with all these perkies on my ass
But if the cops get on my ass I'll eat like four and hit the gas
These rappers selling out I be wondering is their heart intact
Let alone their soul, they left it in the past like artifacts
You can't ride my wave bitch every song is like a shark attack
I'm your siblings favorite here's some autographs on starter caps, bitch
Overland road is where this vibing shit started at
A lot of shit has went on but that's where a piece of my heart is at
Still your bitch favorite risk taker
But we no longer pull capers
Got that semi on my waist bitch
And a blade for certain cases
Stacking more cheese than a grater
Not trynna work I'll see you later
Smoking Zim the green invade ya
I'm a gremlin but don't pop fake shit
This Bleu Belaire imma face it
Might as well get it by the cases
Only wanna see blue faces
But I can't respect no f*cking racist
Bleu Belaire, imma face it
Might as well buy some cases
All I care about blue faces
But f*ck you if you a racist
Hit up bro for them flavors, when I spit you probably taste it
Young Burn 1 he the hottest like Everclear without a chaser
Had to stop being modest cause they treat me like I'm the greatest
Now the music I'm lost in I gotta live through these pages
What the f*ck is sleep, I through out the cushions
Imma keep on pushing
Imma keep on pushing
I gotta keep on pushing
Writer: Dawson Goodwin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid