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nunnie da iii & kay glizz - pushing my buttons (cyt freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1: nunnie da iii]
three deep on a drill we be huntin’
i know a opp that got hit in his m+ffin so i don’t know they keep pushin’ my b+ttons
tdot, back out, bro get to dumpin’
bend to the til had them lil n+ggas runnin’
yo tata i think these n+ggas started something
big ebk no we not with the frontin’
and kg stay with me he not for discussion
if it’s lit it’s lit, n+gga, say that
i got savage with me he gon’ spray that
nick blixk died they ain’t get no payback
mali got shot where the f+ck is his face at?
we them troopers all my n+ggas clap heat
and i’m flockin’ whoever don’t jack me
y’all never bend y’all only wanna rap beef
get off the net and go hop in the backseat
like, f+ck whoever feel a way
we fl!ckin’ on anyone jackin’ us k
n+ggas be politickin’ on the net then see me and never have nothing to say, ion get it
all them n+gga cap a lot
we got tans and all our pistols clap a lot
never needed no one n+ggas know our bop
you talk on bro the quickest to get you shot, glahh

[verse 2: kay glizz]
glahh, enough of the play time
rg in the cut with his grey 9
spot him, got him, flock him it’s a facetime
gotta walk with that g on my waistline
opp thot eat it and cut ion waste time
on that mali block we had a great time
free buggout da made him take five
i just hope he don’t come home on that same time
i’m a wagstar everything shot down
that’s a dizzy then he gettin’ flocked down
tryna blitz us then you gon’ hear glahh sounds
it go “glahh, glahh, glahh” who’s fried now?
please don’t put me on tracks if you not tough
opp leg tryna st+rdy my bop up
do not drop no addy we do pop ups
one in the head he should’ve had his glock tucked
every time they see us they run
and we not even able to dump
we just tryna have us some fun
tryna get another opp n+gga bun
leg shot, obviously n0body spun
troopers ballin’ on court like the suns
it’s devin booker in the top, can’t run
like, why would y’all troll on your strip with no gun?
like, glahh, we back at it
i’m back on that sh+t like a crack addict
he took one to the chest now he’s asthmatic
real n+gga not into the backstabbin’
glahh, oppers be rap cappin’
we on court playin’ ball, we got mad gadgets
two deep, two knocks, it was mad tragic
and we play with numbers like it’s mathematics, glahh

- nunnie da iii kay glizz lyrics

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