Hurry Lyrics

Bitch I gotta go I'm in hurry

Smoke up in the whip my vision blurry

Snapping with yo girl she so thirsty

And we sending 30 shots up back like curry

Whip it whip it whipping that shit up like a McFlurry

And you know my pockets getting big they getting burly

And I told my bitch I got them racks to please don't worry

Wake up in the morning on a mission get it early

Niggas stay turnt and siping ciroc

I feel like the great one I feel like the rock

I'm dropping this shit and I'm climbing the stock

He speaking on me and he visit the doc

Like what

Let's turn back the clock

She spamming my phone so bitch get the block

If you trynna get in then you better knock

We flashing the stick and we leave him in shock

Niggas dissing we commuting arson he get burnt

I just had a show and I pulled up and that bitch turnt

I can't give ur shorty back my Nigga cause you know that it's my turn

I just count the commas in my bank account my nigga that I just earned

Blind man

Nigga you a blind man

Riding in a cayenne

Transform like it's Ben ten

I won't fuck no damn fan

Money long like wingspan

Do them bad like bat man

I don't need no game plan

Bitch I gotta go I'm in hurry

Smoke up in the whip my vision blurry

Snapping with yo girl she so thirsty

And we sending 30 shots up back like curry

Whip it whip it whipping that shit up like McFlurry

And u know my pockets getting big they getting burly

And I told my bitch I got them racks so please don't worry

Wake up in the morning on a mission get it early

Just another young nigga mic in my hand

You a broke ass nigga you ain't never seen a grand

Get to the money nigga I be chasing bands

Niggas balling on the court ya ass sitting in the stands

Louis holding my pants

Got a foreign bitch and u know that she from France

Had to hit rewind just to take a second glance

And these bands

And these bands

And these bands make her dance

Nigga moving frantic

Hoe I'm not romantic

Water on my neck you know its wet just like Atlantic

Take the money out my bank you know the shit gigantic

Niggas count the bread and you know that shit organic

Niggas getting clean money no dirty bread

Told yo bitch come over now she laid up in my bed

And yo bitch she said she like the color of my dreads

No I won't repeat know you heard what I said