Don't Push Me, Pt. 2 - Syllable

Tee Walla type beat

Uh huh

You don’t know me by now you’ll know me after this

K.O.E Mack (K.O.E Mack)

Brrrahh (Brrrahh)

First off riding by my lonely

You could say you know me but you not my homie

Cause you fake and phony, what you say baloney

Piling up my digits counting commas only (damn, damn)

I look at my cheese call it macaroni

And I’m hella global so they call me Sony

You won’t catch me lacking if I got it on me

Rocking Gucci, Louis now they call me Tony (bling)

Lately been counting hella money (gang, gang)

Let a nigga try to take it from me

You ain’t heard about me nigga you a dummy

Calling my squad up to aim it at your tummy (huh, huh)

Lot of people hating but I think it’s funny

How you want a feature when you broke and bummy

I be cashing out and turn up 'til it’s sunny

Want to be my lady but you not my hunny (thot, thot)

Rolling up on momma block just like a dope dealer

If I spot a thottie I’ma go get her

Am I gon' hit hr, tell her go figure

Nver catching feelings them I’m gon' quit her

Lost a lot of people I can’t let it go

I keep a small circle 'cause you never knew of

If you was in my shoes I bet you let it blow up

You don’t know by now then I’ma let you know

Stay loyal and I never cheated

Said I’d wouldn’t make it

Now they don’t believe it

Got them hella happy 'cause I’m gon' achieve it

I been really wondering cause she too conceited (yah, yah)

When I get them digits I just hit it 'n quit it

She weren’t really with it

So I’m gon' delete it

Messing with my fam I’ma call a lawyer

I’ma catch a case and then I’m gonna beat it (brrrahh, brrrahh)

Go broke then hit licks started from the bottom I’ma get rich

Hunnid to a thousand I’ma flip this

I be flexing, finessing like it’s fitness (flex, flex)

Don’t get on my hitlist

What you seen, dreamed, yeah I did this

C’est le beau all about the bidness

K.O.E yeah I’m with this (squad, squad)

All these niggas hating on my resurrection

I ain’t got no feelings so I’m never stressing

Every day I wake up I think it’s a blessing

Wanna run up on me then why you second-guessing?

(why, why)

Where I’m from you get sent to heaven

Yeah without a question you get taught a lesson

Now somebody auntie better call a reverend

Messing with my fam I turn into a felon

Niggas learned a lot, 'til they on take

When they see the cops why is they confessing?

All these niggas rookies if you try to push me

You’ll be catching bullets like an interception (bang, bang)

Dead just by myself and I don’t need protection

All these niggas pussies better show aggression

Hunnids, fifties, twenties you ain’t get the message?

You ain’t talking money better get to stepping

K.O.E the squad, the only set I’m repping

All about them benjis, only bag I’m checking

I don’t kiss her mouth 'cause I know she necking

But you know you kissed her so just stop the flexing

Chilling on the block and every day I’m cooling

Said you getting money nigga who you fooling?

Ain’t no hesitation because I’ma shoot it

And they call me Loco, so don’t make me prove it

Leave me with your wifey bet you I’ma do it

Tell her post a pic and have you looking foolish

Listen to my music and I bet you lose it

All I spit is heat and yeah I need to cool it

Tell these little niggas get up on my level

Flexing with a rollie get another bezel

You ain’t got the money asking for a feature

Then you out of luck 'cause I could never settle (you broke, broke)

Cause my pockets fat just like I’m Peter Griffin

Look at all these rappers I don’t see the difference

Throw me any beat and bet you I’ma kill it

And my brother told me that I need to chill it

Because I’m the illest and I spit the realest

All these record labels I’ma make 'em feel it

They don’t want to listen I’ma make 'em hear it

They don’t want to join it I’ma make 'em fear it

Calling my phone steady wanting to speak to me

Syllable when are you coming to eat in me?

Syllable why are you acting so mean to me?

Why are you hitting me once and you leaving me?

Maybe it’s because you don’t mean a thing to me

Why is your mom even talking about me to me?

If she a ABC I’ll let her meet the D

If you ain’t talk about money don’t speak to me

(You know) You know that your wifey be sucking

So why do these niggas be bluffing

They say it’s no puffing (why, why)

They know that they thottie be bussing it

They touching and sucking

And that’s the same chick you loving (why, why)

'Cause only them commas I’m touching

They add up and they get to hugging

They see me they blushing

These females stay calling me cute, yeah that is the truth but let you know I’m

no Mc’Lovin

Is the 30 on me

Stephen Curry on me

With no jersey homie

Do you dirty homie (brrrahh, brrrahh)

Show no mercy homie

With no worry homie

I call up C’Drilla and it ain’t percie homie (brrrahh, brrrahh)

If you talking tough you better be about it

Catch you out in public we gon' see about it

Diamonds on your neck shoutout B Lou

Put that on my momma you won’t leave without it (gang)

Gang (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

K.O.E Mack (K.O.E Mack)

Na (na) I’m coming (coming)

That’s gang (gang)