Don’t Push Me French Montana & Max B

[Intro]
Paul Couture what's good baby
It's that energy you need
We working

[Verse 1: Max B]
I got a couple, of scoops they ran a nigga a K (K)
I did a verse and a hook, I made a hundred today
But it really don't matter, baby, I'm coming to play
I just finished the meal but I want another plate
Man I sure do miss it, talking my slick shit
Get those pancakes, flicking the Bisquick
Baby a thick bitch, good lord
A nigga could go raw but I wouldn't wanna risk it
Wifey would kill me, probably divorce me
Two hundred fifty thou, five hundred horses
Living this life a nigga would get caught
Life's a box of pasta you don't want no sauce
Been to hell with the judge, I don't wanna go to court
Got a bottle of Hennessy while I'm smoking port
Got the K out the window nigga I'm holding a thought
Got your bitch on the pole, I be fucking up a sport
Then I hop in the G6, Beamers deep dish
Fuck the police, middle finger to the precinct
Riding me wave, a bitch'll get seasick
I knew the bitch would tell, this is some deep shit
Got the game on lockdown, came up from lock down
Put on a couple bitches that came from the block oww
Nigga we raided all your town
From Harlem to CT, nigga they need me cause