Zeltrxnmusic - Push Ups
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I could never be nobody number-one fan
The first diss track, i went and sent that to ya friend
You pussies can't get booked outside america for nan'
But you out in texas cuz you dig in a man
He's the dicktaker y'all depend on
Backstage in the city, he got friendzoned
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the fuck you big-steppin' with a size seven men's on?
This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?
I know my picture on the wall when you cooked up
Scamming nigga, whole career, you ass been shook up
'causе x told you, "drop and give me 50, " like somе push-ups, huh
Your last one bricked, you runnin outta shit
They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me win
Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin' splits, nigga, your pants might rip
You better suck his motherfuckin' dick inside the bity
Ya label mates need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the xtc
Label say drop, you better drop and give 'em 50
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain't even the best nigga, jaspal got you wiped down, gstar got you wiped down, sleepy got you wiped down
Sit down, boy, cuz you in the scope right now
And you done felt the aftermath of what i write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass, i had to hike down
Big difference 'tween zel then and zel now
What the fuck is this, a gay v straight, nigga?
What's a king to a fish? you took the bait, nigga
Get more love from the bitches that you flip, nigga
Edward, shut your ho ass up and eat some dick, nigga
Yeah, i'm a fuckin god, i'm the frontrunner
Y'all nigga manager was agam's lil' dumb puppet
Claim to be straight and you ain't even come from it
And when you boys got girls, man y'all had to run from em
Dick blowin' he get bread, out here trickin' (out here trickin')
Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (what the fuck?)
Yea man that shit wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked)
'round men like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'
Zel gone act like chip 'n dale, probably got ya sis chanel
I know ya label "xtc", that shit gone rust up like a nail
Tryna be people that you not, boy y'all dumb as hell
Shit would probably change if you knew your niggas snitch and tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches
I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain i own next visit, ayy
Y'all niggas copy niggas like destroy lonely
X say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'
Ayy, better drop and give me 50, ayy
Drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here talkin' like i'm trippin, ayy
Niggas really got me out here rappin' bout they business
Ask about relationships and you say that "it's complicated"
But it's really not you just a dl bro you not faking
Every song he make get shot down by my disses
Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
Nigga think he a hooper so he bustin' out the griddy
We know why you mad, nigga, i ain't even trippin'
All that lil' heartbroken shit that shit for bitches
This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50
And that fuckin' song i dropped did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewin' in a pot, now i'm heatin' up
I don't care what y'all think, that rage shit was weak as fuck
Zeltrxn trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up
Nigga callin' agam to see if he really wanna peace it up
"agam, wanna peace it up? agam, wanna peace it up?"
Nah, nigga, he ain't in this, i'm the one you need to up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough
Beggin' at agam, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us
Numbers-wise, i'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up
Money-wise, i'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up
Cornball, i know you fuckin tired of me being up
But i'ma let ya niggas work it out because i seen enough
This ain't even everything i know, don't wake this demon up
And i know you got an affiliate, boy y'all struggle at keepin up
Drop and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin' up
Drop, drop, drop, drop, send the mob to the spot
Oh, boy you better drop that motherfucking ep
I could never be nobody number-one fan
The first diss track, i went and sent that to ya friend
You pussies can't get booked outside america for nan'
But you out in texas cuz you dig in a man
He's the dicktaker y'all depend on
Backstage in the city, he got friendzoned
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the fuck you big-steppin' with a size seven men's on?
This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?
I know my picture on the wall when you cooked up
Scamming nigga, whole career, you ass been shook up
'causе x told you, "drop and give me 50, " like somе push-ups, huh
Your last one bricked, you runnin outta shit
They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me win
Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin' splits, nigga, your pants might rip
You better suck his motherfuckin' dick inside the bity
Ya label mates need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the xtc
Label say drop, you better drop and give 'em 50
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain't even the best nigga, jaspal got you wiped down, gstar got you wiped down, sleepy got you wiped down
Sit down, boy, cuz you in the scope right now
And you done felt the aftermath of what i write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass, i had to hike down
Big difference 'tween zel then and zel now
What the fuck is this, a gay v straight, nigga?
What's a king to a fish? you took the bait, nigga
Get more love from the bitches that you flip, nigga
Edward, shut your ho ass up and eat some dick, nigga
Yeah, i'm a fuckin god, i'm the frontrunner
Y'all nigga manager was agam's lil' dumb puppet
Claim to be straight and you ain't even come from it
And when you boys got girls, man y'all had to run from em
Dick blowin' he get bread, out here trickin' (out here trickin')
Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (what the fuck?)
Yea man that shit wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked)
'round men like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'
Zel gone act like chip 'n dale, probably got ya sis chanel
I know ya label "xtc", that shit gone rust up like a nail
Tryna be people that you not, boy y'all dumb as hell
Shit would probably change if you knew your niggas snitch and tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches
I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain i own next visit, ayy
Y'all niggas copy niggas like destroy lonely
X say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'
Ayy, better drop and give me 50, ayy
Drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here talkin' like i'm trippin, ayy
Niggas really got me out here rappin' bout they business
Ask about relationships and you say that "it's complicated"
But it's really not you just a dl bro you not faking
Every song he make get shot down by my disses
Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
Nigga think he a hooper so he bustin' out the griddy
We know why you mad, nigga, i ain't even trippin'
All that lil' heartbroken shit that shit for bitches
This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50
And that fuckin' song i dropped did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewin' in a pot, now i'm heatin' up
I don't care what y'all think, that rage shit was weak as fuck
Zeltrxn trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up
Nigga callin' agam to see if he really wanna peace it up
"agam, wanna peace it up? agam, wanna peace it up?"
Nah, nigga, he ain't in this, i'm the one you need to up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough
Beggin' at agam, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us
Numbers-wise, i'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up
Money-wise, i'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up
Cornball, i know you fuckin tired of me being up
But i'ma let ya niggas work it out because i seen enough
This ain't even everything i know, don't wake this demon up
And i know you got an affiliate, boy y'all struggle at keepin up
Drop and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin' up
Drop, drop, drop, drop, send the mob to the spot
Oh, boy you better drop that motherfucking ep
