SLEEPONJAY - Push to Start (feat. NWD)

I got tired of losing keys, so I bought a push to start (yeah)
Made it from the bottom, now I'm chillin' at the top (yeah)
Told that bitch to chill, ain't no need for falling hard
Can't do nun' but keep it real, and I been that from the start
Yeah
No, ain't no stopping me
Hey, I came up with a new style now they tryna copy me
These niggas they mad
See me in the crowd 'cuz I'm in a higher league
These niggas they mad, they can stay mad
I guess that's just how it be
And this chopper hold 100 rounds
See where you bleed at
I told lil' shawty turn around
Because I need that
Came up, I know my patna proud
Because I be that
Grinding type of nigga motivated to go get it
And I guess that's why they talkin' bout me
Its Jayway bitch, don't give a damn what you heard about me
Racks on me anytime I'm out, I can't leave without it
Anywhere that I go, gotta stop at the bank yeah, and make a deposit
(I gotta make a deposit, hmm, yeah)
I got tired of losing keys, so I bought a push to start (yeah)
Made it from the bottom, now I'm chillin' at the top (yeah)
Told that bitch to chill, ain't no need for falling hard
Can't do nun' but keep it real, and I been that from the start
Yeah
No, ain't no stopping me
Hey, I came up with a new style now they tryna copy me
These niggas they mad
See me in the crowd 'cuz I'm in a higher league
These niggas they mad, they can stay mad
I guess that's just how it be
I bet this how it be, my niggas got' hit you with lot of beams
I hit that bitch and she want the team
Hoes be hating, I go get the green
Doing the dash, I fleed the scene
Diamonds all up on the pinky ring
Pop at your collar, poppin' at you proper, he scratching his neck like a fiend
Hop in the whip, go faster, pass 'em
Fendi on me, don't touch my jacket
Bitch boy really wanna talk about the action
Get the boy gone, like a spell, I cast it
She gon lick it dirty, make it disappear, magic
Play with that money, put a nigga in a casket
I'm so high, like a nigga name Aladdin
Hit a bitch, "wanna play" like my nickname madden
Running a lap just like I'm in a race
Don't fuck with me, I might pull up in a Wraith
Pissing me off, I'm handing out a fade
My flow so cold, like I'm Perrier
Embarrass a nigga, put that boy to shame
You bitches just want it 'cuz I got the fame
Squeezing the trigger, Ima make it rain
See you niggas cannot stand the pain
Everybody talking but they don't wanna get it
I'm feeling real cynical, go to the kitchen
I load up the chopper, aim it at your fitted
Feeling uneasy, hope it wasn't witnesses
Sorry lil' bitch, aint wanna hurt your feelings
I go get the money, stack it to the ceiling
I'm with your shawty and she feeling the rhythm
I got two bitches, Malcom in the Middle lil' bitch
(Bitch!)

Written by:
Jarius Reachell

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