Hardo, JID - Hurry Up & Buy lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hardo, JID - Hurry Up & Buy lyrics]
Christo
Man, almost forgot all the shit I said
Let me do that shit again trap
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers
You hear me
It's 'bout money, nigga, say less
Choppers that spray vest
Killers that stay fresh
My shoes from Saks Fifth
Them bricks at Payless (Real shit)
My hoes got accents
I'm from them spots where it's real action
Break work in fractions, I gotta get it
No relaxin' (Gotta get it)
Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12
I send the Gs mail, some hit the e mail
(Some hit the e mail)
Got coke on presale (Huh?)
Ain't seen the plug yet
I stretch the female, then sell for retail
(Gotta stretch the ho out)
A nigga really got them truckloads
Ain't got no CL's (Facts)
But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes
(That's right)
But hell no, I ain't impressed
(I ain't impressed by that shit)
I just like the baguettes
(I just like it) , I just like to ride Lex
I just like to upset all
These niggas that's hatin'
(Hatin' ass niggas)
Drive-by on they set (Skrrt)
I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis
Ain't with the coward shit, I
Got the foulest bitch, i get
Her flowers Shit, I'm havin' power
Trips, I'm up like towers, bitch
My drip need towels for this
I put in miles for this
The beef got Cals for this
I bow, then click, need palaces
Don't sound convinced on balances
That's owed from piling shit
On bad money niggas
I guess they counterfeit, listen
I keep that mask on me, nigga
That's my accountant fit
Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges
That's my analysis hold up
I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray
In an Ashton with
Ashley y'all ain't called since the last date
Now she sendin' the sad face
Gettin' money the fast way
Grindin' hard to the last day, I run
It up like it's leg day, nigga
(yeah, alright)
Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
(Buy) put it in the bags
Bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)
I can make the money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die
You concur (Uh, ah shit, yeah)
Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
(Buy) put it in the bag
This shit fallin' out the sky (Sky)
I can make the money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die
You concur (Okay)
Comin' for the cheddar 'til I'm dead
Or I get a war wound
Weather the storm, get an umbrella
'Cause it's rainin' pussy cats and dog food
And the catch is comin' for y'all fools
Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2
Schoolin' you niggas, the 1, 2
Plus you is Three Stooges
Word to my mucus, I spill juices
'Bout to cop a noose 'cause
I'm already strange fruit
And if my diamonds is twinklin'
Then they think I ain't dangerous
Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang
Bangin' that thing, thing
'Til my wrist spring
Maintain, ring, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling
When I swang the thing, she like
"Danke schön" pen, pad, paint, all the pain
Rap game daddy daughter day
And the real niggas all gone away 'til
I came in with the party favors
All the flavors, modern day
Super gamma with the ultra rays
New Atlanta for you monkey niggas
Got two banana clips, fuck a fade
Don't tempt me, gassed up
But I run empty with the five wide
And the 45 on three wisemen (Uh)
Alright
Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
(Buy) put it in the bags
Bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)
I can make the money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die
You concur
Man, almost forgot all the shit I said
Let me do that shit again trap
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers
You hear me
It's 'bout money, nigga, say less
Choppers that spray vest
Killers that stay fresh
My shoes from Saks Fifth
Them bricks at Payless (Real shit)
My hoes got accents
I'm from them spots where it's real action
Break work in fractions, I gotta get it
No relaxin' (Gotta get it)
Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12
I send the Gs mail, some hit the e mail
(Some hit the e mail)
Got coke on presale (Huh?)
Ain't seen the plug yet
I stretch the female, then sell for retail
(Gotta stretch the ho out)
A nigga really got them truckloads
Ain't got no CL's (Facts)
But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes
(That's right)
But hell no, I ain't impressed
(I ain't impressed by that shit)
I just like the baguettes
(I just like it) , I just like to ride Lex
I just like to upset all
These niggas that's hatin'
(Hatin' ass niggas)
Drive-by on they set (Skrrt)
I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis
Ain't with the coward shit, I
Got the foulest bitch, i get
Her flowers Shit, I'm havin' power
Trips, I'm up like towers, bitch
My drip need towels for this
I put in miles for this
The beef got Cals for this
I bow, then click, need palaces
Don't sound convinced on balances
That's owed from piling shit
On bad money niggas
I guess they counterfeit, listen
I keep that mask on me, nigga
That's my accountant fit
Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges
That's my analysis hold up
I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray
In an Ashton with
Ashley y'all ain't called since the last date
Now she sendin' the sad face
Gettin' money the fast way
Grindin' hard to the last day, I run
It up like it's leg day, nigga
(yeah, alright)
Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
(Buy) put it in the bags
Bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)
I can make the money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die
You concur (Uh, ah shit, yeah)
Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
(Buy) put it in the bag
This shit fallin' out the sky (Sky)
I can make the money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die
You concur (Okay)
Comin' for the cheddar 'til I'm dead
Or I get a war wound
Weather the storm, get an umbrella
'Cause it's rainin' pussy cats and dog food
And the catch is comin' for y'all fools
Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2
Schoolin' you niggas, the 1, 2
Plus you is Three Stooges
Word to my mucus, I spill juices
'Bout to cop a noose 'cause
I'm already strange fruit
And if my diamonds is twinklin'
Then they think I ain't dangerous
Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang
Bangin' that thing, thing
'Til my wrist spring
Maintain, ring, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling
When I swang the thing, she like
"Danke schön" pen, pad, paint, all the pain
Rap game daddy daughter day
And the real niggas all gone away 'til
I came in with the party favors
All the flavors, modern day
Super gamma with the ultra rays
New Atlanta for you monkey niggas
Got two banana clips, fuck a fade
Don't tempt me, gassed up
But I run empty with the five wide
And the 45 on three wisemen (Uh)
Alright
Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
(Buy) put it in the bags
Bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)
I can make the money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die
You concur