Push Up lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage]
You see this chain around my neck n*gga
You see this chain around my neck n*gga
You see this chain around my neck n*gga

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
You see this chain around my neck n*gga
I'm probably gon' die for that sh*t
She know a n*gga a dog
I'm probably gon' lie to that b*tch
You n*ggas know I'm gang
That sh*t ain't gon' slide in the six
Audemar Piguet wet n*gga
f*ck that sneak dissin', n*gga I'm pushin' up
Make a n*gga whole hood run and duck
I'd be mad too if I was broke as f*ck
Ain't no gang gang, you n*ggas street punks, woah

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Grab that heckler on that b*tch, hold up, 21
Smith and Wesson on that b*tch, hold up
You n*ggas stressin' 'bout that sh*t, 21
God keep blessin' me and sh*t, 21
Woah woah, scoop a n*gga main ho ho
21, make her hit the road, four-four
Cuffin' thotties, that's a no no
We pass 'em 'round, n*gga pass 'em 'round
How you gon' be gangster n*gga and a clown
I'm swimmin' in your b*tch, I think I'm 'bout to drown
Hundred round drum on that sh*t n*gga, flip
I got a lot of bullets for that motherf*ckin' lip
VVS's drippin', lil n*gga watch it drip
You try to touch my chain, them boys gon' kill you off the rip
Last pus*y n*gga tried me got killed
Ain't no pump faking, every magazine filled n*gga
I'ma hit something if I pull it off the hip n*gga
Your b*tch in the [?], bendin' over, gettin' drilled n*gga
Behave n*gga, sour like some motherf*ckin' milk n*gga
In me, it ain't on me, this the way I was built n*gga
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
You see this chain around my neck n*gga
I'm probably gon' die for that sh*t
She know a n*gga a dog
I'm probably gon' lie to that b*tch
You n*ggas know I'm gang
That sh*t ain't gon' slide in the six
Audemar Piguet wet n*gga
f*ck that sneak dissin', n*gga I'm pushin' up
Make a n*gga whole hood run and duck
I'd be mad too if I was broke as f*ck
Ain't no gang gang, you n*ggas street punks

[Verse 2: Big 36oz]
Playin' with them birds like it's mid, yeah
Drop top, shoot up your block
Shootin' so scary and so wild
Pray to god I don't hit no child
You know how we gon' approach a lil boss n*gga
We gon' go straight at his shooters
Knock out and neuter, thirty clip on me, not down to go elephant
We shootin' sh*t out a four door, come try this sh*t
Drunk off the Henny, I f*ck around punk your b*tch
They copy the swag, the sauce, the juice
And you let me notice it
Damn lil n*gga, you still sippin'?
Damn lil b*tch, you know I'm still drippin'
I'm 36 Oz, I'm hard as your house bricks
Want [?] an opp, I pull up and spark the b*tch
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
You see this chain around my neck n*gga
I'm probably gon' die for that sh*t
She know a n*gga a dog
I'm probably gon' lie to that b*tch
You n*ggas know I'm gang
That sh*t ain't gon' slide in the six
Audemar Piguet wet n*gga
f*ck that sneak dissin', n*gga I'm pushin' up
Make a n*gga whole hood run and duck
I'd be mad too if I was broke as f*ck
Ain't no gang gang, you n*ggas street punks