Pushing Daisies

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (Hokatiwi) Huh, huh [Verse 1: StanWill] When I see that pape', it give me butterflies Feel like Rondo how I keep that number nine Cuddy seekin' while RIPs come and hide I forgot my Glocky, let me run inside She ain't let me through her door, but funny I'ma come inside Shoutout Hutchy, I be frosty in the summertime Stay in Saks 'cause Neiman Marcus never got my fuckin' size [Verse 2: TrDee] Stayin' on my shit, catch me slippin' not an option You ain't got no body talkin' 'bout you you ain't poppin' They like, "Dee, we fiendin' for some music, when you droppin'?" Dressing like some stuffing, chains hangin' like a stocking Ballin', I just got my takeovеr, who you stoppin'? Always put on just in case my haters watchin' I might up the Glocky on you, talkin' 'bout somе floppin' Parlay finna hit, I told my bitch be goin' shoppin' [Verse 3: StanWill] Money bustin' out the safe, boy, this shit lookin' crazy Tryna smoke him like some flower, have him pushin' daisies All these ARs, we need berries, boy, my hood the Navy Tellin' all my hoes to give me space 'cause I've been cookin' lately Belt to ass, we've been handin' out them whoppings lately I ain't got no kids, but it's funny your bitch took some babies When I have my giffy run, I was a crook in Macy's Ridin' in a 45, but I'm pushin' eighty [Verse 4: TrDee] Thinkin' 'bout that 550, I might come Mercedes Reminiscin' 'bout the past, I might smoke an eighty Wanna get her out her panties, treat her like a lady I ain't doin' shit for free, you gon' have to pay me They like, "Why you keep a gun on you?", it's for safety Never know when you might run into somebody crazy Gotta get up and get to it, ain't no bein' lazy Took an L a couple times, never let it phase me [Verse 5: StanWill] Tryna have my lil' baby, new bitch look like Jada Wada Told her, "You can't beat me at my game, you can't play a player" Say she feel euphoric when she with me, bitch, you ain't Zendaya Tryna run that shit up how I do, you might need eight inhalers Need to hate the game, boy, don't hate the players Rocket in my UFO, I pull up like a Space Invader Rockin' Christian off my Fear of God, think I should say a prayer I might wrap your ho in tin foil, she get saved for later [Verse 6: TrDee] Smokin' Georgia Pie drivin' through Decatur On my way to Lenox mall, 'bout to blow some paper I can serve you some game, I never been a waiter I can give somebody props, I never been a hater Told her I'ma turn her up, I'm not tryna change her I can't listen to your music, you ain't got a banger See my old bitch and I'ma treat her like a stranger I done gave him all loud, I ain't got a favor