Push Yo Shit Back

Blvd. Bubba, Blvd sleepy, Da Real Gee Money

[Intro]
Yeah
Blood
100
You know what it is n*gga
I know y'all ain't talkin' 'bout dem boys. Fuck 'em!

[Hook: Gee Money]
That bag on your head, I'm tryna get that
Oh when I spot 'em Imma hit that
Bitch why you stunnin'? You ain't with that
Cos bitch I can't, bitch I can't wait to push yo shit back
That bag on your head, I'm tryna get that
Oh when I spot 'em Imma hit that
Bitch why you stunnin'? You ain't with that
Cos bitch I can't, bitch I can't wait to push yo shit back

[Verse: Gee Money]
Swervin' in the bucket, I'm loaded, I'm clutchin'
You insta beefin', I'm creepin' tryna catch you in public
You playin' with a couple bands, I guess you feelin' lucky
Ans plus I know where you duck off I be fuckin' you cousin
Passin' down thirty-first to go pick up my yungin'
I see 'em lookin', they pussy, they better not say nothin'
Sleepy pulled up on your block and had you n*ggas runnin'
TBG Gorilla Gang bitch you know how I'm coming
I ain't throwin' no shots, I'm tryna catch a body
They gone see what's really real when bodies get to droppin'
Heard your main man made a deal with the narcotics
Whole section full of rats, how you goin' keep it solid?
(Y'all still talkin' 'bout dem boys? Fuck 'em!)

[Hook: Gee Money]

That bag on your head, I'm tryna get that
Oh when I spot 'em Imma hit that
Bitch why you stunnin'? You ain't with that
Cos bitch I can't, bitch I can't wait to push yo shit back
That bag on your head, I'm tryna get that
Oh when I spot 'em Imma hit that
Bitch why you stunnin'? You ain't with that
Cos bitch I can't, bitch I can't wait to push yo shit back

[Verse: Blvd. Bubba]

The realest [?]
Monkey nuts on forties make you holler like the opera
EMS your whole set, send 'em to the doctor
Creep up on you like the flash, you can't see me with binoculars
A full book on your body
Half [?] go [?] go the tec
AR spit voodoo, I'll curse you with a hex
I keep a stove cos I can't let you put that blammer on me
Dig a grave, your headstone already smiling on me

[Verse: Blvd. Sleepy]

Yeah I made you pussy n*ggas run
You know I keep that motherfuckin' drum
Shoutout to my yungin'
Yungin?
I like it!
What up Gee Money?
Fuck 'em!
What up?
Step 'em like a roach
Tell 'em Bubba hang 'em by a rope
Yeah I got ya, yeah I got ya, yeah I got ya girl
I love her
Oo, Oo, might fuck your girl
Fuck her!

[Hook: Gee Money]

That bag on your head, I'm tryna get that
Oh when I spot 'em Imma hit that
Bitch why you stunnin'? You ain't with that
Cos bitch I can't, bitch I can't wait to push yo shit back
That bag on your head, I'm tryna get that
Oh when I spot 'em Imma hit that
Bitch why you stunnin'? You ain't with that
Cos bitch I can't, bitch I can't wait to push yo shit back

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