BigXthaPlug - Rush Hour Lyrics

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Ayy
Ayy

See, I started this shit with some green
I came up and then turnt up my city and team
Really ballin' and shit, Kareem
I could bless a bad bitch without even a sneeze
You reach for my neck, let it squeeze
I'ma spray this hood block like some f*cking febreeze
I love it when my bitch give me top on her knees
Ayy, when I nut, bitch, I'm leaving the scene
Ayy, Taliban, bitch, we new to the league
But we active, you trip then your face on a tee
Had my partna sell thirty bows, he overseas
Ain't my problem, I was getting them gone every week
Shit, the way I sell dope swear that shit was unique
See, I come from the grove, but I'm so triple D
Nigga trippin', he better lock 'fore I tweak
Please don't ask for no verse if you don't got the fee

Ayy, Big Steppers want bodies for free
Got zah so it ain't for the cheap
I was deep in that field 'fore I laced up my cleats
Once they touch the end zone I was off in them streets, ayy
Hardbody, don't try to compete
Once they jumped in the streets, we was deep in them 'cretes
Threw the Glocks in the river, lay low for a week
Beat the heat, get the stash
The whole 6 gotta eat, ayy

When we hop in them whips, we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed, ayy
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci', Monday is Supreme, ayy
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VV's they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my swing
I'm like, "F*ck it," spent fifteen and got me a ring (ayy)

Nigga better lock in 'fore I crash out
These labels don't give me no M's, I'ma spazz out
Might just go back to the trap house
Me and my niggas steppin', shit sound like a frat house
These niggas telling, they rats now
Me and my niggas solid so we'll never back down
When I f*ck, baby, please keep your back down
Tryna hit baby raw, we gon' call it a smackdown
Say that you rob me, that's cap, how? (Ayy)
I stay strapped with this 40, he play and get shot down (ayy)
These niggas mad 'cause I'm hot now
I remember them days I was cold in the compound
Yelling free rock 'til he out now (ayy)
Took that five to the chin now it's time for the walk down (ayy)
Steppa you play and get hawk down
Once there's smoke in the air ain't no way I'ma calm down

These niggas hoes better talk down
Keep that shit on the net, better not play when I walk 'round (ayy)
Reach for my chain and get chalked down
Bitch, my convos ain't free, it's like ten just to talk now
Spent a four of some Wok just to walk 'round
Know some niggas that's real and still sittin' in that lockdown (ayy)
These niggas pussy, won't pop out
If we shoot up they spot bet they gon bring the cops out

When we hop in them whips, we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed, ayy
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci', Monday is Supreme, ayy
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VV's they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my swing
I'm like, "F*ck it," spent fifteen and got me a ring (ayy)

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