Текст песни RUSH - Whit.

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