Rush Me
Check your temp before you step inside my trap nigga
Ain't no comp inside my city I'm runnin' laps nigga
I don't wanna hear your music man that shit so bap nigga
Bending corners clutching got a dub inside my lap nigga and it's bussing
Flexed up all in public
Cash rules everything around me like I'm Russian
Once that load drop they rush me
Love a toxic bitch first she was fussin' now we fuckin
Wrap them bands up like a mummy
Told that nigga glizz keep them beats comin
Life was dull now I'm shinin' with these hunnids
I can't go back to bein' bummy
That shit was fiction I been hustlin
Ask the city I been bussin
From bags to bitches to buckets
He ain't with the gang then it's fuck him
I'ma slide for my brothers
bitch be ridin' like no other
Damn glizz my pinkie bustin
I'm the realest end of discussion
Check your temp before you step inside my trap nigga
Ain't no comp inside my city I'm runnin' laps nigga
I don't wanna hear your music man that shit so bap nigga
Bending corners clutching got a dub inside my lap nigga and it's bussing
Flexed up all in public
Cash rules everything around me like I'm Russian
Once that load drop they rush me
Check your temp before you step inside my trap nigga
Ain't no comp inside my city I'm runnin' laps nigga
I don't wanna hear your music man that shit so bap nigga
Bending corners clutching got a dub inside my lap and it's bussing
Flexed up all in public
Cash rules everything around me like I'm Russian
Once that load drop they rush me
Ain't no comp inside my city I'm runnin' laps nigga
I don't wanna hear your music man that shit so bap nigga
Bending corners clutching got a dub inside my lap nigga and it's bussing
Flexed up all in public
Cash rules everything around me like I'm Russian
Once that load drop they rush me
Love a toxic bitch first she was fussin' now we fuckin
Wrap them bands up like a mummy
Told that nigga glizz keep them beats comin
Life was dull now I'm shinin' with these hunnids
I can't go back to bein' bummy
That shit was fiction I been hustlin
Ask the city I been bussin
From bags to bitches to buckets
He ain't with the gang then it's fuck him
I'ma slide for my brothers
bitch be ridin' like no other
Damn glizz my pinkie bustin
I'm the realest end of discussion
Check your temp before you step inside my trap nigga
Ain't no comp inside my city I'm runnin' laps nigga
I don't wanna hear your music man that shit so bap nigga
Bending corners clutching got a dub inside my lap nigga and it's bussing
Flexed up all in public
Cash rules everything around me like I'm Russian
Once that load drop they rush me
Check your temp before you step inside my trap nigga
Ain't no comp inside my city I'm runnin' laps nigga
I don't wanna hear your music man that shit so bap nigga
Bending corners clutching got a dub inside my lap and it's bussing
Flexed up all in public
Cash rules everything around me like I'm Russian
Once that load drop they rush me
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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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