Rush
• Written by Fantiago
Who we chopping up?
Who we popping up?
Who we running up?
Let's get them niggas
They ain't fast enough
I be shooting up
Columbine it up
AK fuck it up
AK spilling blood
Nigga run
I ain't had enough
I pull up with the Glock on my hip
And I record it
Not afraid to shoot a nigga or a bitch or a shorty
I got the dripping ice on my wrist
G dropped forty
I be up with your bitch in the house
Call me Cory
Im joking though
I ain't bout that life but Im still hopping out the lambo
Niggas touch my shit
Ima fuck you up like Rambo
They snakes with the shit
They be hiding in the shadows
Must be 1930's
Cause I'm banned like the tango
Piano keys, play a song in this bitch
A duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Now sing along in this bitch
Ima hitter, you a quitter
You a lame in this bitch
A duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Nah ah ah ah you a snitch
Aye, I know who I rep
Don’t need no ink on my arm
Just came from fucking bitches
Now I’m strumming my guitar
She like that rags to riches
And she see that Im a star
I'm into pizza bitch but I can pay for caviar
Aye, I ain't with that shit
I don't sing at casino
You say you got a shooter
But I got a Delcino
You with that pussy shit
You gon dip, nigga we know
Didn't watch your mouth
Now you squinting through your peep hole
Fuck a overnight
Bitch you cumming then you leave hoe
She say that Im a clown
But she finding me like Nemo
Why would I look for clout?
Issa cap Ion need her
Not a big titty bitch
But her booty kinda clean though
Ego big but her booty lil bigger
Not into cuffing shit but she make me reconsider
I dub her for the summer then I call her for the winter
If she want a birkin bag then she better be a sinner
And she better be a winner
We ain't taking no L's
I put the pack on the Mac
And I ain't talking bout shells
We got the bottles on the bottles
So I'll pop a No. twelve
If she a angel
The she fucking with a demon from hell
Who we chopping up?
Who we chopping up?
Aye, aye
Who we chopping up?
Who we popping up?
Who we running up?
Let's get them niggas
They ain't fast enough
Adding up
Counting up my money
It stay adding up
Run it up
Run it, run it up
They ain't fast enough
Aye, aye
Who we chopping up?
Who we popping up?
Who we running up?
Let's get them niggas
They ain't fast enough
Adding up
Counting up my money
It stay adding up
Who we running up?
Let's get them niggas
They ain't fast enough
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Fantiago
Member since August 19 2016