RUSH ft. My Friend Connor & emantreeman Lyrics

And then Connor can hop in and do his thing

And then he can tell me what he wants to do

I think he said he want to make it four bars instead of eight

Okay

Yeah, yeah

This that shit that put niggas on

I say one, two, three, four, why you in a rush

Can't you see that we gone roll up in the cut

Baby girl I see that you up in a rut

Why you sitting there thinking about all that other stuff

I said hold up

We gone make you niggas throw up

When you see the shit we roll up

You gone see that we done grown up

You gone see that we done glowed up

All my money going to stack up

Hope you bitches taking track, uh

You can't hop up on a track bruh

You can't hop up on a

This for all them niggas that's in the back

Hope that you feeling attacked

Talking like you the ones really that got it like that

But really we bringing the crack

Your girl want a nigga that look like a pot of gold

Ain't playing old games like a commodore

So many zero's she ask where the commas go

Just give me a minute to count some more

I say one, two, three, four why you in a rush

Can't you see that we gone roll up in the cut

I can see that you been all up in a rut

Why you sitting there thinking about all that other stuff

She talking stupid like I give a fuck

I'm about to walk

Now she wants to touch

I go berserk when I'm all in her guts

She like to talk

But I like to fuck

This be that play it at party, shit get crazy

How you doing baby, I got something to roll

Fuck what you know

This is the code

Feel like the goat

Yeah, they ain't been rapping like this shit

No they just keep capping for bitches

For real they be laughable

Name someone harder than this

Bars harder than bricks

They lucky the booth isn't flammable

Yeah the kid got it like this

Nobody be writing my shit

Eat the beat like an animal

Look at the money

You can't take nothing from me

I wish I could go and count it up quicker like

One, two, three, four why you in a rush

Can't you see that we gone roll up in the cut

I can see that you been all up in a rut

Why you sitting there thinking about all that other stuff

One, two prerolleds, I'll be smoking runts

Money or pussy I'm fiending for some

One hundred ain't shit I be needing enough

I ball for my daughters, I Phoenix my suns

She sick to they stomach need Kleenex & Tums

She thought I was feeling her she was a munch, a eater

I hit when I need her I bunt, I'm Jeter

I'm throwing it deep more than one, receiver

Rambling and shit I been pouring tequila

Link with her friends like I ordered Amigas

Laughing it off like I need her facetious

A vegan she eating the meat on the weekend

I just got to see it to make me believe it

She cold as the winter her favorite season

I'm blunt as the weed is, I say what I'm thinking

One, two, three, four why you in a rush, take your time for me

Know I only wanted the brain, don't lose your mind on me

I got her court side I'm balling north side

You thought about finding me, you know where I be, 4Deep