Rush (feat. DJ Lucas & Danny G Beats)

DJ (DJ)

Man, let me talk my talk (Clean, clean)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (DJ)

DJ

(Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)

Clean

Smoke (Smoke)

Let me talk my talk, man (DJ)

You know what's goin' on, it's DJ, DJ, DJ

What's goin' on, man?

(JAYLAP, talk to 'em)

Uh, yeah

Said I came up out the woods just like a cypod (Ah)

The plug be movin' work, but his wife be makin' tie-dye (DJ)

Red Sox fitted like I'm Weezy up on My Life, yeah (Huh?)

I'm in the game, these boys sittin' on the sidelines, yeah (Smoke)

I'm in the game, these boys don't even got a highlight, yeah (Huh?)

And I ain't fightin' over shorty, this ain't Twilight, yeah (Ah)

They know that DJ servin' trees like parks and wildlife, yeah (Money)

I talk my talk, it's to the point it's in a zeitgeist (I talk my talk)

I put in sixty every week, these boys is part time, yeah (Smoke)

I used to do the private school, the socks were argyle, yeah (Clean)

Twenty deep, won't be surprised if there's a bar fight (DJ)

I came out Mass. where all the OG's did the art heist (Money)

I do what I do, man, y'all gotta do better (DJ)

I'm with Stew, I got a custy right outside the Stew Leonard's (Huh?)

And I really talk my talk, I should start a newsletter (I should)

And know we got red hairs, just like a Irish setter (Smoke)

I damn near caught a rush, weighin' this dope up, my bare hands

A new day, a new dollar, strikin' deals and stackin' bands

In the club servin' the dancers, just dropped two hundred on some Lamb's

My best fiend my biggest fan, like Eminem, had that boy Stan

If I don't answer, he gon' crash, that boy go looney for a fix

Raw fish plus a lil' script, I'm stretchin' profit, pass the stick

Won't show my hand during these flips, the heavy payout off my wrist

That hammer hold weight, more than a brick, AR'll blitz you 'til it click

Locked inside my bag, I'm grindin', focused on the ticket

I got a few bad bitches but ain't never time to kick it

Breakin' down this package, same time thumbin' through chicken

Half a slab on top of this bitch, it got my skizzy in here glitchin'

Double sealed, then wrap it up and let it fly right through the field

Don't want the pint without no panties, only cashin' if it's sealed

How many plays I slap today determine how I feel

I really jam the counter up, you playin' tricks off for your reels

It's residue on top of this moolah, 'cause my function, tallyin' racks

Keep on snappin' rubber bands, stack for stack, wrestlin' my stash

I'm so turnt up off my hustle, but mainly, shout out to my trap

I'm really deep inside this game, I took a risk and dropped my sack