Big Yavo - Urgent lyrics

I started selling these P's
Couldn't get used to the workin'
No cap or facades in none of these verses
(Ayy, Finchie, we see you)

I started selling these P's
Couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood
Still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag
Glock under shirt i be fresh as a bitch
Start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now
This shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window
We mergin'

Thick bitch, do hair, she curvy
Big boss, I don't want her, I curved her
Real ice, like cream, shit sherbet
Bitch wanna be my baby like Gerber
All of my opps done got money, shit terrible
He ain't got a hundred
Can't compare to me, ayy
I got real shooters on side of me, opps
Know it ain't safe, they gon' slide for me
I got the key to the street like a faculty
Just talked to the plug and
He sendin' more packages higher than Pluto
Gettin' geeked with my savages
Cuban link flooded
This bitch still'll ask for it
Ayy, F&N plastic, no time for no wrestlin'
Run up with the actin'
Get left like a mannequin
Havin' checks like Nike
Still gettin' new balances
He thought I was proud we caught him
Everybody started clappin' sticks

I started selling these P's
Couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood
Still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag
Glock under shirt i be fresh as a bitch
Start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now
This shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window
We mergin'

Drop the window, they hit at his temple
Ayy, still got the snowboard
Slide in the winter
They say he crashed, he fucked up his fender
Bitch, come fuck on a boss
Your man a beginner
Can't fuck with these hoes
They lyin' like Simba
Finesse him two times
I'm ridin' in a rental
He thought I was green, now he in a pickle
He get no stripes, zero, Damian Lillard
Bitch, I stay with my pole
Like I'm datin' a stripper
Bitch think she a dime, not even a nickel
You would think I could punt how
I fucked her and kicked her shit crazy
I heard you cuffed her and kissed her
Free Osama
Send a diss and we sendin' a missile
Frazier, bitch, I stay cleaner than Mister
Can't do a show, I ain't wearin' my pistol
I'm fuckin' with Dolph how
I'm sending these Hitlers
Bitch gave me head, I think she from Lipscomb
Don't fuck up my wood, baby
Take off that lipstick
Heard she ride dick like a Ripstick
Spoiled bitch, tell her no
She gon' throw a hiss-fit
Tell her no, she gon' throw a temper tantrum
Talkin' shit, bitch, I need plenty Pampers
They gave me a chance and I
Don't even fuck with rappers
My niggas step, fraternity
And I don't even fuck with cappers

I started selling these P's
Couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood
Still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag
Glock under shirt i be fresh as a bitch
Start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now
This shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window
We mergin'