PUSH UP - 1nonly, Project Pat & 870glizzy: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

1nonly, Project Pat & 870glizzy

PUSH UP

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Hip-Hop/Rap

PUSH UP adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak DA7 Records tarafından 20 Şubat 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıONLY IF I DIE, WOULD I NOT BE

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümONLY IF I DIE, WOULD I NOT BE

Çıkış Tarihi20 Şubat 2026

FirmaDA7 Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM83

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

1nonly

Performer

Project Pat

Performer

870glizzy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joumell Dingal

Composer

Patrick Holland

Patrick Holland

Composer

Nathan Fuller

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

okayjml

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?

F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'

Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'

Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless

Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?

F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'

Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'

Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless

L-l-like, who that is? Who that was? Think that it's that time of month

To count my hunnids, 50s, spend it, limit, million-dollar trust

Think I'm back, why you trippin'? Stop that act

If you got some problems with me, come and meet my auto-mac (damn)

When I'm standin' on stage, I got HB and country (uh-huh)

Strapped with the mad meals like 1nonly (1nonly)

Heads would be lumpy, hard heads make a tail soft (whoo, whoo, whoo)

Poppin' all the pills make your pockets fall off

Do like I did, go to God, get deliverance (mm)

Birds flock together, bein' 'round you is ignorance (mm)

No repentance when them bullets leavin' out they gun (pow)

Tryna rob somethin', ran up on the wrong one

Pow, p-p-pow, pow, last sound that he heard (wow)

Bullet shells right beside his body on the curb

Sad song but it ain't too late to change it up (na, na)

Streets like a chicken scam call, hang it up

Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?

F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'

Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'

Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless

Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?

F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'

Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'

Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless

M-m-m-my **** put one in a box and he got boxed up too (damn)

But there's a difference, I can still call and talk to my dude, free you (damn)

I know I been trippin' lately (wait), I gotta go talk to Ma' Dukes (yeah)

I been way too busy, ridin' round with this .22 (boom, boom, boom)

2017 if it was 'bout the lean, I was prolly servin' you (yeah)

Stretch it with that Karo, show him what that lil' dirty do (what that dirty do)

If it ain't a joint, then it ain't me (it ain't me)

Bitch, I been him since the age of 17 (yeah, that's right)

Bitch, I push up with that steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?

F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'

Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'

Got-got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless

Bitch, I p-p-p-p- steel, st-st-, who you tryna kill?

F-F-Forgiato's on the whip, I'm ridin' through your ville'

Choppa feed that boy a meal, light that blunt, and keep it steppin'

Got lethal, dirty weapons for a pussy talkin' reckless

Written by: Joumell Dingal, Nathan Fuller, Patrick Holland

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