IN.A.RUSH ft. REEK$ & MALIBANDS Lyrics

Pull up in a cat, I'm in a rush I had to leave the Bitch, she wanna fuss

I ain't with that fuss and shit Birdie hop out on FEET, you know he fuckin

Bustin' shit Three niggas in the car, you know Its four

Buttons in it I'ma do drills on my own

Knock on the door, ain't nobody home I'm McLovin' it, he got them G's, I'm tuckin

It Mean I'm takin' it, you know we be baking

Shit All that big dog shit, turn your ass to Bacon bits

BITCH

Pulled up with the trunk in the front ten milli, If a nigga play tough

I don't fight or fuss, I slide in coupes, I'm in a Rush

There's no one with me, Lord, I'm back up on That road

I'm sendin' two, I'm drivin' steady while I'm Whip the coast

Pussy nigga, hit that room, man, you know he told

I'm stacking hundreds on the daily yeah my Money old

I gotta watch all my moves, I gotta stay on my toes

You know I'm takin' a risk, you know how this shit go

Look, been out the way, ain't missin' shit, these Bitches still goin

I know a nigga who live with this bitch and I Heard he still owin

Pull up all black like emo, laces hang, cause These here Rick Owens

Niggas be actin' like hoes, the hoes be actin' Like they ain't hoes

I know how this shit go, you pull up ghost and They gon' go

I see how this shit go, you lose that cheese and They go ghost

It's only us, don't roll too deep, cause I know Niggas been foldin

Ain't been in the stu in some years, surprised Myself a nigga still flowin

Got off the gram, whole year straight, I was Tired of cap

She think she that, I know who slapped him, That boy was a rat

Let's talk the facts, yeah, yall ain't on shit, and Reality shows

He play tough with me, I'll show him how reality goes

Two-five a real one, he show niggas that it's More to life

You roll that dice with your life, you might flex Your ice

I seen both sides, ask -D-O-N, we seen Jsplay with ice

But that's just how it go, you play with we wipin ya nose

Hunnid bitches, O-T-S, look at the ratio

All these drakes around, you think we fuck With OVO

And all my brothers around me, I don't need No other bro

I'm that deep up in your bitch, she screamin' On my soul

Yo T, you did again, I'm blacking and I'm back in My bag again

Niggas a copy yo flow, your clothes, your style, I'm teachin' them swag again

Big body AMG, go 63 is when I'm back in it

When I pull out, but I'm back in it

If you want smoke, then what's happenin'

Put him in the cat, I'm in a rush

I had to leave the bitch, she wanna fuss

I ain't with that fuss and shit

Brody hop out on feet, you know he fuckin' Bustin' shit

Three niggas in the car, you know it's four Buttons in it

Three niggas in the car