When push comes to shove man I ain't finna stall cause you know I got snipers and beamers on call

All the wackos and boomers they ain't finna talk back

I got the ratchet that knock yo whole top back

Uh, hit play that's a smokestack

I got the music that makes you hit playback man

I go so stupid it makes you rethink that

You know that it's fire once you hear all them high hats

Uh,yeah bitch that's a true fact

Pull up and run at your gang with a baseball bat

Swing at yo mans make em drop like a thermostat

When I got all of my ice on, you cool with dat?

I got gat wit da blat blat (Incoherent)

Already the bass and percussion, now strings? man I don't even know what I'll do with these things

I got so many bars and impeccable flow, man it's honestly baffling that I'm not known

Because your shit is ass, your music's wack, I'm finna throw your tape right in the trash

Where it belongs, don't make anymore songs

I got fifty more bangers, they hit like a gong

When push comes to shove man I ain't finna stall cause you know I got snipers and beamers on call

All the wackos and boomers they ain't finna talk back

I got the ratchet that knock yo whole top back

Uh, hit play that's a smokestack

I got the music that makes you hit playback man

I go so stupid it makes you rethink that

You know that it's fire once you hear all them high hats

I can't breathe

Woah

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa