Hak - Pus(her) lyrics

[Intro: sampled] Sky Without any sun Lotus Blossom, don't cry You and I were meant to be one And though we're apart It won't be for long I come to you In my song [Intro: screwed] Gangsters, hoes, thugs, k**ers Making dough, bucks bigger/ Yea a n***a girlfriend the neighborhood drug dealer/ [Intro: Danny Blaze] Yea my baby trapping That weed she be bagging And yea my baby pushing That c**aine she be cooking Verse: Let me tell you how it feels when you're f**ing with a chick who's making dollar bills Hope God forgives, cuz she make all her money from pot and pills Got the wheel in her kindy paint, pick a n***a up she's switching lanes Head to the crib and she make a couple traps, I just lay back and watch the clippers game Baby girl bad, got a body and a pretty face Dope with the (oh!) you know mami got hella brains Give me dank and this sh** stank, but I forgot the swishers mane Ain't no problem, baby can make a bong out of anything You ain't even gotta go get the backwoods, swear to god I seen shawty smoke out an apple Lay her down lick her toes and her a**hole Then hit the corner store for a coke and a snapple Some girls do Coke in the bathroom/ Some girls on the pole for the cash flow Yea mane, my girl sell d**, if you need somethin blow up her cell phone Uh, she got molly, she got dank She got OG, she got Sour, she got Kush, she got haze She got Zans, she got lean, she got brownies, she got cakes We got high, we got baked, she gotta call and she got paid [Chorus] My shawty slinging (She do what) My shawty slinging (Ay) She trapping and she bad when she walk that a** be shaking And yea she got that thing just in case she gotta bang it She's my honey and she loves me but that money she be making/ She my pusha baby Yea I got what you need, have some coke have some weed She my pusha baby Yea I got what you need, have some coke have some weed [Verse 2] The weight keep moving and the loot is getting better But in the back of her mind she think I can't do this sh** forever Cuz everybody knows it's only two places you end up Police tryna lock you down and n***as wanna shoot you for ya cheddar She sick of riding in the coup with the Baretta Sick of trapping man, she man wanna go to school with the professors Get out the game like Kobe when he used to hoop with Metta I tell her I support you baby you can do whatever And our life is gon be beautiful together, man we never gon be separate, I'll be here because I love her I tell her she my future no Ciara and one day we gon get married buy a crib in the suburbs Say she wanna have some kids, be a mother And we both gon have a Benz, different colors Every night we in the bed under covers Talking bout all the time we gon spend with each other And all that would be cool if she was here But they caught my shawty slinging, now she doin 30 years Never thought I'd see the day that you would disappear So now I spit these rhymes in the booth to make it clear That sh** ain't worth it