Pushin Hot Wheels - T.I., Travis Porter, Tip

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Okay.

Aye they ain’t gon like this shit right here

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it.

Travis Porter what’s hannin', push it!

I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast

And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash

Hot Wheel: got 200 on the dash

Man I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash

Push it!

(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Push it!

(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

I’m in a hot wheel til I light this here

Tap my bitch she switch my gear

Diamond shining they all clear

PHMG they all here

Tattoos they all over me

She see me kissin all on my tip

He say I’m a rookie nigga, I been doing it for years

Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee

I been cooking shit off in the kitchen but I ain’t Lil' B

Pull up in a Hot Wheel, bitch need a green card

All-red candy paint, nigga this your dream car

I’m that muthafuckin nigga all the bitches scheme for

When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her

She suck a dick so good, but why you think she on my team for

I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something

Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen

Hear me coming down the street: 'Rari, screaming

Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging

Ink all on my body and I’m hotter than a demon

Hold on let me rip this ho

Car so fast I flipped that ho

Tell them boys don’t play with Dro

Pause that bitch, skip that ho

Black coat let my coupe in here

Decapitate my roof in here

The reason why they ask for Dro cause they wanted the truth in here

Just like Star, I’m rockin ya

I’m poppin ya

I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia

You ain’t fuckin with pimpin though

My wrist blow up like indigo

I like a model bitch but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though

The richest bitch up in this bitch

My paint flop and then flip in this

My Glock it got a clip in it

My car so wet it’s drippin shit

They copy me like Kinko do

Diamond chain, one pink one blue

Car so fast, my speakers on blast

Don’t race me boy, I’m shittin on you

Hold up they can’t take this shit

I spaz out with no brakes and shit

I’m Bosco with this cake and shit

Congo dro, ape and shit

I saw yo broad and took that bitch

Wassup with all that liquor shit?

You see these horses on my car

'Rari bitch I’m pushin it

I’m mindin mine, in 599s

New Ferraris, know that I’m ballin ho

400, 000 in public housing, blunt of dro

Through Atlanta station I’m pushin

Every corner I’m hookin

Bad bitches just lookin

Tryna throw me that pussy

Say what happened baby I can’t

Cause them niggas cool, but they ain’t shawty

Wrist froze and I can’t thaw it

Hundred mil well that ain’t hard, I’m hard

As a muthafucka, swear to God, I’m God

To the trap niggas and dope boys… pause

Blow a half a mil just cause, ball

Money ain’t a thang, not at all

Drink the lean and get kool-aid

Get high on pills for like 2 days

Fresh to death in that

Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray

Aye!

Ain’t no fugaze, I’m too major, I’m super paid

Say 30 mil, better double that

That money short then we double back

Got rubber bands around 30 racks

I’m trouble man so where the trouble at?

I got a truck load of them hood rats

I push through, where your hood at?