RUSH Lyrics

Yeah 146, niggas know how this shit get

I Got two pistols on me clutching behind tint I feel the rush

Can't let you get up on me I up off the hip I'm finna buss

Gotta drop on a main one I told dis bitch I'm finna buss

Catch one know we gone stain one somebody pick them niggas up

Unlock my door bro bend the truck

Ain't gotta put no chicken on em niggas tender then the fuck

Just watch me put this bitch up on em go against me then it's stuck

Spent some nights lurking on drops when niggas drop this shit ain't luck

I'm finna pop straight to the top but I hit tops so nigga duck

This a new Glock right out the box I'm finna pop it till it flush

Nigga stop it shit you posting for the net ain't even much

I'm the topic that's why most these niggas hate don't give a fuck

I'm the one bitches love my ass these niggas hate my guts

I got power 50 in my pockets 50 in my drum

Air bnb it's money showers remember I ain't have a crumb

Pop on the scene like Austin powers purple lean up in my cup

Amiri jeans filled with a chunk

I'm 23 but this Glocky right on me filled wit a month

Who is he don't he rap but if you play that nigga dump

Fully glee I tuck this bitch inside my jeans ain't inna trunk

Count to three and if you still lookin at me den nigga what

Bitch My daddy known for steppin inherited the traits

I can show you how to eat but ain't preparing nigga plates

Sign that boy to ovo look down the barrel of the drac

Say they want war I'm waitin on them boys to slide know they ain't

It take some funds to go to war

Hit a block when I get bored go leave a opp pinned to the floor

& I got guap but I want more

Bro switch the vins junkie bought a brand new gen from out the store

Just drop a pin don't even gotta count to ten we finna score

Bro switch the vins junkie brought a brand new gen from out the store

Just drop a pin don't even gotta count to ten we finna score (yeah, aye)

& Fuck the opps them niggas poor

See niggas hating they ain't never got no guap this shit galore

If we don't send that nigga up then we attatching shit to chords

You steady posting for them captions ain't no status in the morgue

Swear this get active shit a sport

Got a call about a package hit the track n switch to sport

All these niggas really actin I might clap don't give awards

Show my bitch off like a pageant she show ass on any whore

Switch to fully automatic don't toat average anymore (fully mag)

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