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[intro: nb lil dagger]
(yeahhh… glrah…)
they pushin’ my b_ttons, now i’m on that time again (boom boom boom!)
popped out that cut, mask down like f_ck it, let the fire begin (skrrt!)
glock got no chill, b_tch talk sl!ck, i’m finna silence him (grrah!)
i’m too deep in this war, b_tch, i k!ll just off adrenaline (p_ssy!)
(4kt! slatt!)

[verse 1: nb lil dagger]
i told my choppa, “don’t freeze on me” — b_tch gotta work (work!)
hollows eat his ribs, now he twitchin’ in the dirt (boom!)
that boy ain’t no opp, he just goofy off a perc (lame!)
i sent a switch to his jawline — now he don’t smirk (blrrrdah!)
i’m in that trap with the scale, smellin’ like brick in the air (gas!)
f_ck 12, i don’t do jail, i pay my lawyer with bail (facts!)
them steppas spin with no mask, jump out and blow with no care (boom!)
his mom cryin’ to the pastor, i ain’t give a single stare (nope!)

[chorus: lil yungin 4kt]
(yeah, yeah)
they keep pushin’ them b_ttons, likе we won’t press back (grrah!)
caught his dumbass at the storе, he ain’t make it past that (p_ssy!)
we leave bodies for reminders, b_tch we into toe_tags (ha!)
he was cappin’ in them captions, now he zipped in a black bag (boom!)
push that b_tton, b_tch we on it — whole gang full of demons!
push that b_tton, get deleted — we don’t do no speakin’!
push that b_tton, f_ck a treaty — we want blood, we fiendin’!
push that b_tton, now his mama cryin’ to a deacon!
[verse 2: big glocc zay]
(yeah, yeah, yeah!)
that pressure make ’em fold, i got glocks in every season (boom boom boom!)
trap jumpin’ like it’s jordan, b_tch my profit never leavin’ (facts!)
ran off on the plug? nah, i blew his dumbass even (bow!)
got that green beam on his chest, turn his heartbeat into breathin’ (flatline!)
who the f_ck these lil’ rappers? we don’t do no clout (nah!)
we caught him in his section, made him bleed all on the couch (stain him!)
his homie caught a clip too — shoulda took a diff’rent route (p_ssy!)
they keep playin’ on that net until we air they whole house (boom!)

[bridge: nb lil dagger]
i’m a shooter and a boss, make the play or make the call (skrrt!)
b_tch i came up with them steppers, we don’t do no talk at all (boom!)
i been slidin’ since a jit — lost my brother, i want war (dre…)
they was laughin’ at my pain — now they faces on that wall (p_ssy!)

[chorus: lil yungin 4kt & nb lil dagger]
they keep pushin’ them b_ttons, like we ain’t gon’ ride (nope!)
hop out that backdoor tinted, let the 30 slide (skrrt! grrah!)
better pray to your god, ’cause them shots gon’ fly (boom boom boom!)
we don’t miss no missions, b_tch we do walk_bys (facts!)
push that b_tton, get it crackin’, turn the north to the south!
push that b_tton, now he ashes, now his name ain’t got clout!
push that b_tton, know we active, we don’t care who around!
push that b_tton, grab that ratchet — then we lay sh_t down!
[outro: big glocc zay]
(ay tay keith, this sh_t hard!)
you press that b_tton, better mean it, b_tch this ain’t no movie
we don’t do no cut scenes, this that glock and uzi
i came from the bottom, now my wrist like jacuzzi
push that b_tton if you stupid — now his chain lookin’ droopy (boom!)

- nb lil dagger lil yungin 4kt big glocc zay

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