Rush
You in a rush
By the first look got u falling in love
Don't fall for no bitch I drop twos in a crush
I'm too real for some shit in the lord I still trust
Just hoping he hear me I'm praying on drugs
Vintage shit on me just look but don't touch
White on white diamonds they doing too much
Went up on the price I'm still running up
Black on black violence my goons in the cut
Stick while I'm driving ain't going for nun
Bet on a nigga like me I'm the one
Count up so much I'm a need a new thumb
I feel suspicious I reach for my gun
How you gone lack when it's beef are u dumb
We catch that boy mama need a new son
You never seen ghetto come see where I'm from
If they uppin blick better squeeze till you done
I'll hop out the coupe and I'm wetting shit up
I serve out the coupe I been running my funds
Niggas lie bout the truth but they knew what it was
Say you really want love but you fuck with them bums
I can tell you a bird you around for some crumbs
Two tvs in here we got eyes on the front
Like who want the smoke we take hand guns to lunch
Ran up five k and it's just been a weak
She came in no panties I know she freak
Niggas be bored tryna die bout a tweet
Live right by the store and I still take my heat
Go get get a shell if it's stale give me three
The midget I sell cause exotic ain't cheap
I'm claiming realigion but still gib
It get real in the field stay away from the flees
I been ducking the rain can you roll up my trees
Cops tryna rob me this money don't freeze
You cuffing a thottie you got on one knee
While she tryna top me I got the receipts
I'm strapped in the party my g lock on d
Bathing ape jacket it's matching my feet
G star my jeans and my shirt to complete
This shit ain't a thing it don't hurt to compete
These niggas ain't flexing you tried it you weak
I need me 2 zips just to smoke through the week
I like 30 clips I don't gotta ride deep
Get hit with a scope if you wanna come see
Got love in the hood like it's some where to be
I been serving the gas wit my car tank on e
Them boys got on his ass heard he fighting his sleep
Gotta bring extra mags it ain't right in the streets
By the first look got u falling in love
Don't fall for no bitch I drop twos in a crush
I'm too real for some shit in the lord I still trust
Just hoping he hear me I'm praying on drugs
Vintage shit on me just look but don't touch
White on white diamonds they doing too much
Went up on the price I'm still running up
Black on black violence my goons in the cut
Stick while I'm driving ain't going for nun
Bet on a nigga like me I'm the one
Count up so much I'm a need a new thumb
I feel suspicious I reach for my gun
How you gone lack when it's beef are u dumb
We catch that boy mama need a new son
You never seen ghetto come see where I'm from
If they uppin blick better squeeze till you done
I'll hop out the coupe and I'm wetting shit up
I serve out the coupe I been running my funds
Niggas lie bout the truth but they knew what it was
Say you really want love but you fuck with them bums
I can tell you a bird you around for some crumbs
Two tvs in here we got eyes on the front
Like who want the smoke we take hand guns to lunch
Ran up five k and it's just been a weak
She came in no panties I know she freak
Niggas be bored tryna die bout a tweet
Live right by the store and I still take my heat
Go get get a shell if it's stale give me three
The midget I sell cause exotic ain't cheap
I'm claiming realigion but still gib
It get real in the field stay away from the flees
I been ducking the rain can you roll up my trees
Cops tryna rob me this money don't freeze
You cuffing a thottie you got on one knee
While she tryna top me I got the receipts
I'm strapped in the party my g lock on d
Bathing ape jacket it's matching my feet
G star my jeans and my shirt to complete
This shit ain't a thing it don't hurt to compete
These niggas ain't flexing you tried it you weak
I need me 2 zips just to smoke through the week
I like 30 clips I don't gotta ride deep
Get hit with a scope if you wanna come see
Got love in the hood like it's some where to be
I been serving the gas wit my car tank on e
Them boys got on his ass heard he fighting his sleep
Gotta bring extra mags it ain't right in the streets
Credits
Writer(s): Quest Dixon
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