Текст песни Hurry Up & Buy - Hardo , JID
Christo
Man,
almost
that
shit
I
said,
don't
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,
I
pay
less
My
hoes
got
access,
I'm
from
those
spots,
where's
bro
action
Break
work
infractions,
I
gotta
get
it,
no
relaxin'
Listen,
I
get
it
details,
got
pills,
no
D12
I
send
the
Gs
mail,
some
hit
the
e-mail,
got
coke
on
presale
Wait
seen
the
plug
at,
I
stretch
the
female,
then
sell
for
retail
A
nigga
really
got
them
truckloads,
ain't
got
no
CLs
But
got
a
CLS,
yes,
but
got
them
VVS,
yes
(That's
right)
But
Hell
no,
I
ain't
impressed
I
just
like
the
baguettes,
I
just
like
the
Ralex
I
just
like
to
upset
all
these
niggas
that's
hatin'
Drive
by
on
their
set
I
count
with
calluses,
I'm
sick,
dialysis
Ain't
with
the
coward
shit,
I
got
the
Fowlers,
bitch
I
get
a
flower,
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
beat
got
cows
for
this
That's
all
from
[?]
shit,
on
bad
money
niggas
I
guess
they
counterfeit,
listen
I
keep
that
mask
on
me
nigga,
that's
my
counterfeit
Pull
up
in
that
Challenger
'bout
challengers,
that's
my
analysis
Hold
up,
I'm
flickin'
ashes
in
the
ashtray
And
I
asked
'em
where
Ash
lay,
y'all
ain't
call
s
Now
she
sendin'
sad
face,
gettin'
money
the
fast
way
Grindin'
hard
to
the
last
day,
I
run
it
up
like
its
leg
day,
nigga
Yeah,
alright
Gimme
all
that
cash,
nigga,
hurry
up
and
buy
Put
it
in
the
bags,
bricks
falln'
out
the
sky
I
can
make
that
money
fly,
that's
a
bird
Cock
a
nine,
if
you
heard
you
can't
die,
you
concur
(Uh,
ah,
shit,
yeah)
Gimme
all
that
cash,
nigga,
hurry
up
and
buy
Put
it
in
the
bag,
this
shit
falln'
out
the
sky
I
can
make
that
money
fly,
that's
a
bird
Cock
a
nine,
if
you
heard
you
can't
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
foods
Accelerate,
hit
the
RT,
R2-D2
School
of
you
niggas,
the
one,
two,
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
sprained,
maintain,
ring
janglin',
janglin'
When
I
swing
the
thing
she
like
"Danke
schön"
Pen
pad
pen
all
the
pain,
rap
game
daddy-daughter
day
And
the
real
niggas
all
goin'
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
wired
and
the
.45
on
three
wires,
man
Yeah,
alright
Gimme
all
that
cash,
nigga,
hurry
up
and
buy
Put
it
in
the
bags,
bricks
falln'
out
the
sky
I
can
make
that
money
fly,
that's
a
bird
Cock
a
nine,
if
you
heard
you
can't
die,
you
concur
1 D.i.E.
2 Long Way Trapn
3 Front Desk
4 Balance
5 Hurry Up & Buy
6 Coulda Bought A Key
7 Nothin To Me
8 Devil On Laketon
9 Owe Yall A Body - Remix
10 No Courtesy
11 Croocked
12 Soulja'd Down
13 G Me
14 Over
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