Suicide Pusha T (Ft. Ab-Liva)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
I just ordered one, my nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I'm still a snow-mover, blow harder than tuba
Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers
Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ
In that glass back, the motor is the asscrack
I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter
Holy father to 'em—I ain't talking Jesus, neither
Balance on the scale—I ain't a Libra, either
I'm just a name and a number with the means to reach you
Grim Reaper, him cheaper, hemp chiefer
His army: MCM on gym sneakers
You knowin' that hymn better, he been preaching
You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers—you been leeching
Been Baller, been Jacob, been dealer
Been realer; pound sign, been triller
All killer, no filler—been iller
Fraud niggas, you Zoolander: Ben Stiller

[Chorus: Pusha T]
When it comes to shooters, my niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on bitches who breakin' codes
Thirty-five hundred, just point and give 'em a name
They back-flippin' niggas—that go for rappers the same
You don't know me, nigga—fuck out my way