[Chorus: Kendra Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, push me
[Verse 1: Deck] Yo how I touch green No love scene, so I got a cutscene Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk it True because I do it I talk about it [?] water, blowtorcher Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold I'm always on go, all the green official, that's what the stripes mean You get wiped clean like a I don't in the beat, I'm like a housing cop How thirst in the streets, it's like they out rock No publicity stunts before the drop What you see is real, what you is false All I have in this is my word and my balls Money calling, stomach talking, hungry hawking, haters hate, funny talking
[Chorus: Kendra Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me
2: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo We criminals on the Get the club or the nightstick Sublim stone I get with My murder game down to a knit brolic, the story is polished Not in my Adidas (Motherfuckers) Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from Got garlic for vampires and fake who came to gossip You 'dress me with that bullshit, you ain't even my stylist (You acting all big now) But you Christopher Wallace See your on her knees, she just doing a solid And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do about it a seat [?] you should be doing a [?] See, these young murder you And none of these niggas heard of you We popped a few things on the or two Would've had you stretched out laying
Kendra Morris] Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me
[Verse 3: I'm an from way past the Moon, you see I had the shazam, the [?] was new to me Lunacy, puny humans try to I got the [?], Bill Burr, I'm a level up Poured some and I poured it to my face You don light skinny jeans on waist Style wild like a [?] [?] grandson I call the shots I'm shooting with a [?] gun Trailblazing, hair rising a man bun I'm so psycho on mics, you so in tights and heels on the [?] like [?] [?] Louise, I'm casual Ts (Hey, one more time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like this Popping at Esoteric, that your life mistake I'm a [?] he [?] Your looking Bleek like you tryna be Jay's friend You put the S in wordplay, you get So you know the stabbing tracks my forté