Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hurry Up & Buy , by - Hardo. Release date: 30.04.2020
Song language: English
Hurry Up & Buy |
| Christo |
| Man, almost forgot all the shit I said, let me do that shit again |
| Trap |
| Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me |
| It’s 'bout money, nigga, say less |
| Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh |
| My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks at Payless (Real shit) |
| My hoes got accents, I’m from them spots where it’s real action |
| Break work in fractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' (Gotta get it) |
| Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12 |
| I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail (Some hit the e-mail) |
| Got coke on presale (Huh?) |
| Ain’t seen the plug yet, I stretch the female, then sell for retail (Gotta |
| stretch the ho out) |
| A nigga really got them truckloads, ain’t got no CL’s (Facts) |
| But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right) |
| But hell no, I ain’t impressed (I ain’t impressed by that shit) |
| I just like the baguettes (I just like it), I just like to ride Lex |
| I just like to upset all these niggas that’s hatin' (Hatin' ass niggas) |
| Drive-by on they set (Skrrt) |
| I count with calluses, I’m sick, dialysis |
| Ain’t with the coward shit, I got the foulest bitch, I get her flowers Shit, |
| I’m havin' power trips, I’m up like towers, bitch |
| My drip need towels for this |
| I put in miles for this, the beef got .Cals for this |
| I bow, then click, need palaces |
| Don’t sound convinced on balances |
| That’s owed from piling shit, on bad money niggas |
| I guess they counterfeit, listen |
| I keep that mask on me, nigga, that’s my accountant fit |
| Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges, that’s my analysis |
| Hold up, I’m flickin' ashes in the ashtray in an Ashton with Ashley y’all ain’t |
| called since the last date |
| Now she sendin' the sad face, gettin' money the fast way |
| Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga |
| (Yeah, alright) |
| Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy) |
| Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky) |
| I can make the money fly, that’s a bird |
| Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur |
| (Uh, ah shit, yeah) |
| Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy) |
| Put it in the bag, this shit fallin' out the sky (Sky) |
| I can make the money fly, that’s a bird |
| Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur |
| (Okay) |
| Comin' for the cheddar 'til I’m dead or I get a war wound |
| Weather the storm, get an umbrella |
| 'Cause it’s rainin' pussy cats and dog food |
| And the catch is comin' for y’all fools |
| Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2 |
| Schoolin' you niggas, the 1, 2, plus you is Three Stooges |
| Word to my mucus, I spill juices |
| 'Bout to cop a noose 'cause I’m already strange fruit |
| And if my diamonds is twinklin', then they think I ain’t dangerous |
| Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin' that thing, thing |
| 'Til my wrist spring, maintain, ring, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling |
| When I swang the thing, she like, «Danke schön» |
| Pen, pad, paint, all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day |
| And the real niggas all gone away 'til I came in with the party favors |
| All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with the ultra rays |
| New Atlanta for you monkey niggas |
| Got two banana clips, fuck a fade |
| Don’t tempt me, gassed up |
| But I run empty with the five wide |
| And the .45 on three wisemen (Uh) |
| Alright |
| Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy) |
| Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky) |
| I can make the money fly, that’s a bird |
| Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur |