Pushin’ Dingle ​ticklemytip

[Chorus]
I'm pushin' Dingle (Goofy ahh uncle productions)
I'm pushin' Dingle
Yeah, I'm pushin' Dingle (Yo, YBH)

[Verse 1]
I'm not pushin' P
I might push that bitch into the street if she play with me
I'm that one nigga you can't beat
Last name Dingle, first name Quandale
She a Cunt, capital C
They say that I'm not getting racks
That shit ain't facts, nigga, let's see
Bad little bitch, back and forth on my dick like a park swing
I'm the shit, I'm sharting
Smokin' on that zaza and it smells like someone's farting
I'm finna get in the ring, not talking marriage, I'm talking boxing
I'm finna up the pistol, finna reload it, get to cocking
I'm finna cock your bitch, call me a rooster, stickin' my cock in her cooter
I'm finna do her, finna pull out my maneuvers
Pull out the Phillips and screw her
She gonna ride my dick like an Uber
Where the fuck are your bitches?
That's a mystery, Scooby-dooby-dooby-doober (Uh)
Pop a Perc' like a opp
Bitches see me and their heart drops
You can't think that I'm a cop 'cause it's illegal to be harder than a cock
Bitches callin' me The Rock 'cause I'm always pulling out my Johnson
I'm callin' her Thanos 'cause she always got her motherfuckin' hands on my gauntlet
Stop pocket watching, stop worrying 'bout how much cash is in my wallet
Finna upload the pistol, I'ma get the bullets then I'ma go install it