Hurry Up

[Intro]
Ay yo yo, yo
Shabbo

[Chorus]
Ayo, one for the, uh
Two for the, uh
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Four for the, uh
Five for the, uh
Six for the, uh
Seven for the, uh
Eight for the, uh
Nine for the, uh

[Verse 1]
Ayo, super fat racks in my back pocket (yeah)
Chop hit him in the face, eyes out of both sockets (gat-gat-gat)
Ski mask on, Raf Simons on
Black leather jacket with that Mac on, splash on 'em
Hope the car don't crash on us
Blow the pipe, don't let it play sax on us
I ain't quiet I'm just mad focused
Everybody in my hood keep they motion fast
Everybody in your hood get they bonus taxed
You niggas crash dummies for that cash money (skrrrt)
Skinny nigga and shit, bitch, I like fat tummiеs
Big brick it's going through your hood how Shabb coming
He got in acting tough, he came out sweet likе Slash, son (for real)
I don't sell packs no more, I ride past corners
Fuck with me, you get to live your last moments
Niggas confident enough to put a stack on it
You said you had ten I said roll a— huh, 3500
Every hood got a hood mascot
Every mascot get they ass shot
Not every bad bitch got good pussy
Not every ugly girl got bad box
Sewaside season, smell like dope in the kitchen
And junkie can't cope if he miss it
Coke bags on the floor, pick it up and lick it
Testers out back door, hurry up and get it
I don't care about niggas, only women and kids
Niggas act like savages but y'all spit on citizens
We the ones really onto something, niggas mimicking
We the ones riding big bodies with 36 inches on the rims
V-12 engines
I don't even drive, I just love whips
R.I.P. Slime, real Drug Rich

[Chorus]
Ayo, one for the, uh
Two for the, uh
Three for the, uh
Four for the, uh
Five for the, uh
Six for the, uh
Seven for the, uh
Eight for the, uh
Nine for the, uh