Goulish (Pusha T Diss) Lyrics

f*** pusha t and anybody that love 'em
His head up his a**, i'ma have to headbutt him
Gut 'em, lil tunechi s***, weak stomach
It's ME, L T, like, when you heat b***er
old p**** in the pan, red is the flag
f*** wit' me wrong, i put your head in your hands
there'll be blood everywhere, i got bloods everywhere
i'ma alien, i hope you aint the prince of bel-air
that's real n**** talk, these n***** speechless
cut off his arm and leg like i charge for my features
hammer on my side like i work in construction
your b**** hit that head so hard we get concussions
n***** can't see me, not even a glimpse
too many banana clips, i feel like chimps
south beach b**** and her tan line stupid
you can find me on collin's like bootsy
i aint on no f*** s***, i be on that trukfit
your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6
all i ever see is ben franklin face
i chase the bank i don't bank with chase
you f*****' with some n***** that'll murk y'all
n**** you softer than a m****f***in' nerf ball
birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy?
he was talkin' s*** and we put a clap into that boy
tunechi!