Push the Button

Push the Button - Dark Lo Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Only go to war with Ab if he push the button

Yeah I did that nigga dirty, he was good for nothing

Gunfire with something, they killed the bitch he cuffed him

He turned to David Ruffin, I turned on [?] and punched in

On [?] I build with Nipsey Hussle

Nowadays, shoot you faster, I ain't built to wrestle

Dial in my pocket, whole city in trouble

On everything, “[?] what it mean?”, the whole city a bubble

Head fragments with slow reactions

No gang shit, but they say we active

Out of towners (know the action), every Jordan (need a Paxson)

And I don't speak on niggas' fed cases, stop asking

That's disrespectful, watch who you sitting next to

They hit him something special and they was unregretful

You say you got a block to run, I might invest in you

Fuck the money, I got your head, they wouldn't find the rest of you

Cut off his fingers

Ran off on the plug, cut off the ringer

My charge was misdemeanored

Lawyer said, “don't worry about it, dude, I got to clean up”

I forgot to lean up, [?], clean cut

Unfashioned livings for mathematicians

Got the word from his men, the stash was in the kitchen

Sort of like SWAT how we blitzed in

Movie shit, kill his men, I'm on his gold first was in

I peeped the booby trap then reversed the van

Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in

“Lo, you know the feds on you, why you're rapping?”

In the booth, my passion, a year from now, you has-been

OBH nigga, I'm known to crash events

Nigga, fuck the cops, 5 percent my [?]

I went to shake his hand and this pussy flinched

You'll probably jump a fence if shit get intense



[Hook]

Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open

Shot for shot like the bar open

Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open

Shot for shot like the bar open



[Verse 2]

Fuck a tattoo, get my face statued

The hardest niggas out, the other rappers cat food

If I call [___] down, he gon' act a fool

If I call [___] down, he gon' black at noon

They heard I caught some beef and I ain't get back to ‘em

I don't never call them down, I love ‘em, wouldn't use ‘em

I get my hands dirty, brick Victor Cruzed them

They did it the long way, broke it down to nicks and moved them

“What's good, beloved?”

Looked at his fake smile, “What's happening, cousin?”

This desert eagle tre pound clip hold a dozen

You're better off vacation, Dominican Republic

I popped a xan, now I'm sluggish

My life a movie, I should get it published

Feed the streets relish, my name clean when I'm going to Paris

Northside, we was on Parish

Out the country smoking Paris, barrel poking like a terroist



[Hook]

Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open

Shot for shot like the bar open

Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open

Shot for shot like the bar open



[Outro]

Only go to war with Ab if he push the button

Yeah I did that nigga dirty, he was good for nothing

Gunfire with something, they killed the bitch he cuffed him

He turned to David Ruffin, I turned to [?] and punched in