Push Start

Lyrics

[Intro: IceBirds] (Je t'aime, Milanezie) Ayy Damn, damn [Chorus] Give a bad bitch a start kit Everything I got, I work hard for it 'Member them days, we starved for this Now my car got push start in it Pass me the rock, I ball with it Run to the money, no stallin' it Big boy shit, he talkin' it Talkin' 'bout smoke, we all with it [Verse 1: IceBirds] Drop me a bag and I shit on 'em Drop me a bag and I shit on the opps Youngins out here need a big homie Youngins out here, they ain't havin' no stocks I'ma treat it like my birthday Every day I need to get me some cake If we suspect any foul play Young niggas, they hoppin' out with the K When shit get hot, can you handle it? Shit too hot, can't handle it Buss down the pack, dismantle it Make the pack disappear, no hands with it All that lame-shit, not a fan of it Talk down on my gang, gon' be candles lit Young nigga, I go and shoot me a movie Every day it's gon' be cinematic Drip everyday in expensive fabric Brick on my neck and a brick on my wrist Designer drugs, got a expensive habit Get to the money my only habit Hundred rounds in the chop' do damage, yeah And you a lame, you can't hang with us When you ride 'round, keep a flame with ya Before you get X out the picture [Chorus] Give a bad bitch a start kit Everything I got, I work hard for it 'Member them days, we starved for this Now my car got push start in it Pass me the rock, I ball with it Run to the money, no stallin' it Big boy shit, he talkin' it Talkin' 'bout smoke, we all with it [Verse 2: Bando Supreme] Number (N)ine on my jeans 'cause they count on me This shit get hot so I'm ridin' with a FN How I step on they neck, it's a casualty Turn a P to a band, that's a masterpiece Every hun' that I got made me a lil' smarter Put a bitch on charter, get it right back tomorrow If ain't one of one, then I don't want that shit It's a race to the cheese, so I run with rubber bands Backend only Just like Tony, the world could be yours The one you adore is playin' all of my songs And put the brick right in the fen' His money spray count bands, then order Cheese and a scale is part of my starter kit Keep the pack under me, guarantee I score it New coupe came in, can't wait to floor it He talk about bands, then I floored it [Chorus] Give a bad bitch a start kit Everything I got, I work hard for it 'Member them days, we starved for this Now my car got push start in it Pass me the rock, I ball with it Run to the money, no stallin' it Big boy shit, he talkin' it Talkin' 'bout smoke, we all with it [Outro] Je t'aime, Milanezie