Push Ups
Intro
(Whoo Kid)AyyVerse 1
I could never be nobody number-one fanYour first number one, I had to put it in your handYou pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in JapanI'm the hitmaker y'all depend onBackstage in my city, it was friendzoneYou won't ever take no chain off of usHow the fuck you big steppin' with a size-seven men's on?This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook upExtortion baby, whole career, you been shook up'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me fifty," like some push-ups, huhYour last one bricked, you really not on shitThey make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me litPull your contract 'cause we gotta see the splitThe way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might ripYou better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bityMaroon 5 need a verse, you better make it wittyThen we need a verse for the SwiftiesTop say drop, you better drop and give 'em fiftyPipsqueak, pipe downYou ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped downTravis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped downLike your label, boy, you in a scope right nowAnd you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write downI'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight nowJust to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike downBig difference 'tween Mike then and Mike nowWhat the fuck is this, a twenty-v-one, nigga?What's a prince to a king? He a son, niggaGet more love in the city that you from, niggaMetro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, niggaYeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunnerY'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runnerClaim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from itAnd when you boys got rich, you had to run from itCash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin')Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (What the fuck?)Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch ChanelI just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nailRolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hellShit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tellHugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switchesI'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ayyI be with some bodyguards like WhitneyTop say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'Chorus
Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayyDrop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayyNiggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayyNiggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'Verse 2
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm RickyCan't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fiftyEvery song that made it on the chart, he got from DrizzySpend that lil' check you got and stay up out my businessNigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddyWe know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin'All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitchesThis for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, dropAnd that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with usThis shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' upI don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuckChampagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' upNigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' upYou done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enoughBeggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' usNumbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' upMoney-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' upCornball, your show money merch-money fee to usI'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enoughThis ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon upThis ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon upDrop and give me fifty, all you fuck niggas teamin' upInterlude: DJ Akademiks
What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick?Outro
Mmm, mmm, yeahDrop, drop, drop, dropDrop a fifty bag for the mob in the spotDrop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thotUh, I was really, really tryna keep it PGWhat the song means
"Push Ups" is a diss track aimed at a rival rapper. It mocks his career, his live shows, his collaborators and his label, and it insists that the speaker is the more successful and more respected artist. The track is built on a playful but cutting contempt: the rival is treated as a junior figure who has to be put in his place.
The song moves from taunts to escalation. The early verses poke fun at the opponent's stage performances, his lack of hit songs, and his dependence on others. The middle section turns more personal and accuses him of borrowing success, of hiding behind others, and of making excuses. The chorus repeats the central image, an order to do push-ups, which casts the rival as a soldier being punished by a drill sergeant. The final verse grows more threatening, warning that the speaker has held back much more than he has revealed, and the outro shifts into a mocking tone before the track ends.
The key images are the push-up command, which turns a rap feud into a humiliating boot-camp scene, and the references to a hometown nickname and label boss, which work as signals of loyalty and authority. The repeated line about waking a demon suggests that the speaker is presenting the diss as a warning, not only as a joke.
Key phrases explained
- 6ix God
- Drake's nickname tied to Toronto — The speaker's self-proclaimed title, linking his rank to his hometown's area code.
- Drop and give me fifty
- Do fifty push-ups right now — A drill-sergeant order that makes the rival look humiliated and subordinate.
- Top say drop
- Top (his label boss) tells you to drop — Refers to the rival's label head, adding the boss's authority to the insult.
- Pipsqueak
- A tiny, insignificant person — An insult meant to shrink the rival's status in the eyes of listeners.
- Don't wake the demon up
- Don't provoke my anger — A warning that the speaker has much more in reserve and is holding back.
Song info
- Release date
- 2024-04-19
- Written by
- Drake, Coleman, Boi-1da, Fierce, Noel Cadastre, Dramakid
- Produced by
- Boi-1da, Coleman, Fierce, Noel Cadastre, Dramakid, Tay Keith
- Samples
- The Notorious B.I.G. – What’s Beef?
- Interpolates
- Drake – Push Ups (Demo), Future – Wicked, Future – Like That
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