Dont Rush Remix | Young T & Bugsey

Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go crunch Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (buss) Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go? (Go) We dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch Boy got ps, now she hopping in the pod Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped (yeah) Know she want dark, told her, "Meet me at the top" Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus Baby this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim Buy another while my pockets fat like Heather Neck froze like I don't know no better Benzo truck, white seats and they leather Go broke never, on my grind She make it clap like I'm Busta Rhymes Young T Bugsey A long time the people a meh hear from me at all Another murderation in the first degree Come on! Man you get cuff Oh you're gwammin so much Oh you're so fluff City boi we turn up baby all of them are bluff Only part we about, you no say that we nuff Gyalest thing See them fill up on us Had to make every denim, and diggin out your guts Fucking up your weave, me know you need a brush She come fi cocky again, because it is a must (trust) Look on chune trifery adjust Like somebody did a killa, the way that she-a cuss Frame 'em to them filla, from every nut she bust Fuck it like gorilla, make that put on me plush (Busta Bust) Some well like move like them a dance No one I'm not me talk them, for run off fidi guns Relax your liquor sulk boi, don't fuck people fun Before you and your friend die, just know I ain't the one Done Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go crunch Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (buss) Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go? (Go) We dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough Flood my ice, make a ho' blush Back at the tour bus, gettin' caught up DSquared got 'em distressed, gotta hand wash New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box Keep my stripes, no cuffs Pull up in a new plate and she might just She weren't tryna move bait when our eyes locked New tints on the coupé, that's her head lost Off my whites, right my wrongs Gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs Count my sums, this is gonna get long Love my green, I'm tryna get strong Tryna get bun, where I'm from, it's on Yes, man don't take no dumb, threats They see funds, they hop, fence We been up, not up next Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go crunch Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (buss) Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go? (Go) We dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough

Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one (yeah) Way back when, didn't wanna know (woo) Way back when, I was on the ropes (woo) Winter time came, never had a coat Mummy doin' work, but the money always low Now I'm on the road, so squaddy we on the road OT trips for a show, I'm gettin' dough Bro-bro still on the stove, I need some more Get my A&R on the phone, let's do a tour (woo) Be about it, be about it, don't talk about it I got niggas doin' the dirty, I'm still around it All these women doin' my head in, don't need the baggage I got my connect, pick up a package Laughin' to the bank, four by four truck Thinkin' 'bout the times, I had no buzz Now I'm 'bout to pop, gyal show love But I already know, what contour does Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one This the sound of a boy that was broke, and wasn't known All alone, got three, four friends, but on his own Never P'd, I played out hard in these streets I know grief, I buried my brother at 15 These niggas seen, who I was, who I am Babygirl, what's your name? Who's your man? Yo, that nigga ain't the same, when he's off the 'Gram If you really know my worth, then let's make plans Girl, play smart, you know I'm the next (yuh) Fuck the phony, no love from the set (yuh) List of broke niggas, owe me respect (yuh) Word on road is, in my city I'm a vet Made my mom proud, and made my dad pissed If a nigga did his job, he might've got chicks Cold, with these niggas, they better get a grip If they ever get to ask why, I did it for the fifth Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one

Yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Please don't play games I got niggas in the back with the A Ayyy I don't love her, hit her then I do the race We can tell by the way Brodie told me that the trap's doing great Yeah, I'm so away I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze Push the suicide doors up Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck Cooling with a rich porter D'n'G for my daughter Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch Got guap, move block like rubicks In the coupe, bust a dance to the music Drop the top, make her lose it Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was running up and bumming out the big bucks Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot 16 when I knew I want my wrist floss Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers? Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard Ten toes in my Fours Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings? Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah Dem bloodclaat pants yah? Stop ye chattings man

Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti We gon' double up the frame on the car seat Can't be too safe, you know it's on me That my bestie, gave her the car keys Put my young G all in Versace No bluff, I ain't in a malarkey When you lonely, you better call me I can't fuck with niggas if they fuckin' with my enemy Dismiss it, I ain't rockin' with that energy Pain in my membrane, the roads in my memories Thinking 'bout my nigga, I had to dropped a likkle Hennessy Remember when I blast a gun charge in the secondary Mourning, now I'm pourin' red rum, in the cemetery No legal debate, my QC's got chemistry Miraculously in the streets, like Sesame We at a dinner but my OT bitch bellin' me Polly on my shoulder, think I move too peppery She was movin' pattern but my boo ting' stressin' me Live in the mechanic, I should do a documentary Bark it, I can't drop it cah the polly and the press on me I was gonna bruck it but my codie wasn't lettin' me Two-two's, four-doors and the remedies Cock it when I pop it, blow the whistle like a referee Can I get a lead from all my ladies? I got Louis on my laces I need the AP or the Day Date, yeah Send, on a way, we in Chane', 'ne, yeah Dealings, dealings In the Lamb' truck with my demons She freaky, teach me Lean on me, yeah Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti We gon' double up the frame on the car seat Can't be too safe, you know it's on me That my bestie, gave her the car keys Put my young G all in Versace No bluff, I ain't in a malarkey When you lonely, you better call me Ayy, what's up? We makin' her lay down Stick right on me, I give her like ten thou' Cop a pistol, brodie, he bury the tre pound I'ma meet K, here from the fifth, the H-Town When she shake the bed, give me a lick now I'ma rock you, mayne, you need to take pride in you The pure, the Cali, the diesel too sour, yeah We know how to bake, we whip a egg flour with you Born winner, the opposite of a gentleman Remember when I used to eat baked beans for dinner Done up bait tease, like, "Say cheese, my nigga" And in the A3, she ate me forever I'ma share you Porcello, we make a dream team Tell me how did you fit in your Billie Jean jeans? Cop the Christian Dior, I love a bee sting Coochie wet as a shore, it took a beating Can I get a lead from all my ladies? I got Louis on my laces I need the AP or the Day Date, yeah Send, on a way, we in Chane', 'ne, yeah Dealings, dealings In the Lamb' truck with my demons She freaky, teach me Lean on me, yeah Florence, Italy, Roberto Cavalli Had the Kelly Rowl', now it's Ashanti We gon' double up the frame on the car seat Can't be too safe, you know it's on me That my bestie, gave her the car keys Put my young G all in Versace No bluff, I ain't in a malarkey When you lonely, you better call me