Drake — Push Ups

(Whoo Kid) Ayy I could never be nobody number-one fan Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan' I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on Backstage in my city, it was friendzone 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 y'all cook up Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up 'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me fifty, " like some push-ups, huh Your last one bricked, you really not on shit They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip You better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bity Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty Then we need a verse for the Swifties Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now And you gon' feel 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 Mike then and Mike now What the fuck is this, a twenty-v-one, nigga? What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga Get more love in the city that you from, nigga Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin') Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (What the fuck?) Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked) Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin' Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell Shit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss 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 I be with some bodyguards like Whitney Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin' Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin' I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fifty Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin' All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches This for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop And that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with us This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up "Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?" Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough Beggin' Kai Cenat, 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, your show money merch money fee to us I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up Drop and give me fifty, all you fuck niggas teamin' up What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick? Mmm, mmm, yeah Drop, drop, drop, drop Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG