FYÜTCH

Don't Push Me Lyrics

Cool, calm, collected



Verse 1

Chiller than Alaska, cooler than pimp

Higher than Rasta, fresher than the Prince

Some say he cocky, head bigger than a blimp

Cuz getting to this money is like a 6th sense

What you know? Back before they thought that I would blow Patiently I bubble, quietly I grow

Tried to get with honies but they all said no

Ain't it funny how the money make em all say “oh!”

Before I heard of Prada or ever copped purple

I was certified nerd, swag on Urkel

I had off brand shoes. Well you get what you pay for

Well I Payless, thank you Mama now I look broke

Ridiculed by them fools, they was hella rude

But my grind in sight so its all good

Now its different color diamonds in my neck jewels Counting my wealth saying, “Didn't I tell yall?”

Chorus

Yall been hating on the FYÜTCH for a long time. But I told you Ima get mine. I told ya Ima get mine, But in the meantime, Don't push me

Verse 2

Since I was a youngin, the world gave me nothing

I done came from the dirt, I'm accustomed to struggling

You can throw a couple shots but test me and I'm gunning

I might be cool now but inside you hear me rumbling

Nowadays you see me and you see material

But do not get confused and think this what I do it for

I am Future, I am prophet, oracle or something

Got the Lex sitting on 20 inches purely for the stunting

If I said it, then I done it, or its steadily coming

While you haters laughed and judged him, I strictly stuck to hustling Getting paid is the mission, but humbly I get it

Cuz the girls that want me now is the same ones that dissed him

My history? I be keeping cool on the low

Doubt me once doubt me twice, Future won't blow?

Yea I never lost it but approach with caution

Cuz proving suckers wrong is something that I do often