Rush Hour In Miami (feat. Chen)

Uh, aye man, let me at um 5.7, not a FN This a Smith & Wesson Keeping it on me while I'm chasin' bread Gon' get them steps in Ain't really need no chaser, Don Julio Be my beverage And ain't really need no talkin' down For them times I couldn't get it Now I'm gettin' paid comin' from days I ain't had a pot to piss in Can't stand to see my brothers fall Shit, I ain't never trippin I done drop the sauce, ain't curving no ball Niggas ain't had to pitch in Every time I come around These niggas bitches flexin' for attention How you mad at me about a bitch She the one let me hit it Been with real niggas since a jit They ain't never fold or switchin Gotta scream that military shit When greentown the mention Don't got no trust If you ain't from the G Then I can't f*ck with ya Cut them out the picture I don't even wait for these niggas to switch up They say blood is thicker But keep it real Me and the fake don't mix up Even off this liquor I'ma keep my ten toes stayed down slip up Ran it up, feeling like the GOAT A new wave catch it then I float Never had bread like this before But now they see me carrying a loaf Never stress when it's gettin' low Cause I'd rather go and get some more Can't take it from me cause I'm on go Niggas scared to go toe-to-toe They flexin', actin' hard behind a app Don't hit me up, I ain't tryna yap No DMs, ain't none of that Aye real niggas, make it out the chat Play it raw, only speakin' facts New fit, the strap came attached They sending shots, think I'm goin' lack Ricochet that bitch, comin' back Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Yeah Damn Yeah Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Yeah Damn Yeah Damn Damn Aww Damn Screaming count up, count up, band up, nigga But you owe the city, lil' nigga Call me Chinaman with Exotic Bags I'm just a rich lil' chigga Unc told me I need the chill That's why I keep the bud vacuum sealed All money ain't good money that's why me and y'all don't deal I'ma spend that bag, I'ma get it back I keep shit cordial aint strings attached All that front shit, we ain't doin' that Big chen in the stu and with them packs I'm poppin' bags in the Amiri store You niggas can't f*ck with me Money bag in these amiri jeans I'm colorblind and all I see is green Man, put that shit on a triple beam 5.7, not a FN This a Smith & Wesson Keeping it on me while I'm chasin' bread Gon' get them steps in Ain't really need no chaser, Don Julio Be my beverage