Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hurry Up & Buy, artist - Hardo.
Date of issue: 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 |