PushaMan - Joey Fatts, 100s, F1

See this shit, is gonna take us out the game

But there are rules to the house

Number one: Never leave this produce in the house

Number two: Get your own crew

Number three: Gotta have discipline in your crew, trust, gotta be tough on 'em

Number four: Don’t praise a nigga too much otherwise he gonna think you soft

Rule number five: Don’t show no love

Tell me what you need I got it for cheap

But if you see them D’s you ain’t cop from me

First they G’s, hit the stand and then they cop a plea

So it’s just me, just how it supposed to be the pusha man

Anything you can’t sell I bet this pusha can

And anything I can’t mail I pack up in the van

Don’t need a scale niggas eye ballin grams

Experience with the chemist been cooking since we was kids

Selling white and selling mids I’m the future in this biz

They trying to turn out my lights but this hustle never end

Police got these niggas changing swear that we were never friends

Coke amazing junkies racing just to sniff this shit again

I’m your pusha but when it’s beef I’m the butcher

Chop a nigga block down it’s probably why the cops round

Coke dro and other drugs for the low

When they see me on the go niggas know

I’m yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay

I’m yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay

I’m yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay

I’m yo pusha baybay, yo pusha baybay

Everybody wave your hands at the pusha man

I’m a grinder

Push it all from Qs to the whole thing

Five for the O and fifteen for the whole thing

Push it OT, first stop is Spokane

Flood it with water works but switch spots to move cane

Terra hoe is ice cold, they looking for snow

So I flood the scene with fresh Q, half and Os

Out the pyrex, standing over the stove in the projects

14 grams of baking soda in the pyrex

28 grams of cocaine up in the pyrex

Add a little H-2−0, you know what comes next

Rocks dogs, you know I can’t be stopped

I’m a chef when I’m standing in the kitchen over grandwarx pot

Gotta a safe is the closet at grandma’s spot

Fireproof so its safe if the block gets hot

And if the feds get hot its time to shake the spot

Switch blocks just to move the hop

Yup, the grind don’t stop

Some say his business is cold in the crime

He makes as much as your dentist and roll in Benzes with bitches

Who about his money, don’t push the man

And everybody slap five with the pusher man

Got a phone for the hoes and a phone for the fiends

Be it coke, lean, pussy and weed, he got what you need

Don’t trust a motherfucker, he off in the game alone

You ready he’ll front and help put you on

Pusha man will tell you that it’s grown man business

If you want to call about some money every ten minutes

Fast money non stop, till the clock stop

What he got will make a nigga gloc pop in his drop top

He the nigga everybody know up in your town

The nigga hoes fear when they put their head down

The nigga on the block that could cop that for you

The nigga up on the block that say I got that for you