Rush Hour

I'll get you more than you can dream of
I'll get you more then you can see, huh
I'll get you more than then you'll ever need, huh, yeah
I'll give you more than I can bleed

Hate being stuck in your rush hour, I'm stuck, huh
We don't take breaks boy, no halftime, no breaks, I work
Bitch know rock out when I rock out, I rock out, I pop
Bitch know I pop out when I pop out, I pop
She call me daddy, call me papa
Papa smurf by the way i'll pop out and i'll pop you
Sell drop's, boy i'm eating all the lobster (I'm a rasta)
Scampi with the fries, now I musta
I could call the mob up, boy I call the mafia
Stop flexing guns upon me boy, that gun a prop it ain't proper
Real shit, i'll find out if you've been talking about us (I find out)
Pulling up on your block, boy imma heat it hot like a sauna
Boy I feel like i'm Block Boy by the way I move with the cheese
Boy I feel like i'm Kodak, when I pop out better say cheese (glee)
Boy I'm gettin' that cheese, I ain't lactose intolerant for shit (glee)
Boy I'm getting that paper money, it's paper trails when i'm leaving it

Everything so confidential, I can't share this shit with you cus you squeal
I just wanna flirt with a bitch & conversate with her cus she real, yea
Slide and ride it, we on any block, hold the glock while I steer the wheel
Boy imma take this to any continent, i'm confident i'll do it ill
Stay large for real

I'll get you more than you can dream of
I'll get you more then you can see, huh (see)
I'll get you more than then you'll ever need, huh (more than u need)
I'll give you more than I can bleed

Keep it on me in the rush hour (rushin)
Boy imma ride out in rush hour
Boy imma slide out in rush hour (slide)
Boy imma ride it in rush hour (shride)
I call her fine she blushed up, pussy wet it's mushed out
Ahh, she's red, she's mushed out, I'm sorry I had you cussed out

We don't take breaks no halftimes (nun')
We don't stop, (non) no stop signs (stop)
I stay on my side
And I stay on my grind
Like a lamp know I shine
If it's business know I run mine
If it's money I'll make time
If it ain't there I'll make mine
Stick straight from Russia
Got dope from Moscow
Rush hour, I work hard
Shoot bears, I cash out
I'll hunt without a license
I'll fight him, Mike Tyson
Real dawg so bite him
I protect what I fight for
I've been tying up my mind
Ronnie Coleman i'm the goat
Work hard yeah I fight for it
Wiz Khalifa my weed strong
Snoop Dogg I'm a real dawg
Rick Ross how I drip off
Timbo finna Booliaga
Let's lean and have a sip-off
Boy I'm high like Neil
Armstrong I'm ill
And my army Israel (kill)
I'll fuck for real (fuck)
I'll dip for real
UK I drill
Sauce drip for real
Sauce drip I ceal

Catch a body I did
And i'm sorry I am, huh
Keep it sheesh I will, I don't talk or tell
Better keep it quiet (especially)
Better bury them well
Better keep your cool
Better keep your temper

Keep it on me in the rush hour
Boy imma ride out in rush hour
Boy imma slide out in rush hour
Boy imma ride it in rush hour
I called her fine she blushed up, pussy wet it's mushed out
Ahh, she's red, she's mushed out, I'm sorry I had you cussed out

We don't take breaks no halftimes
We don't stop, (non) no stop signs (stop)
Boy I stay on my side
And I stay on my grind
Like a lamp, know I shine
See wide, cus I Spy
I see them real eyes, real shit I realize
Real shit I realize