Video musical

Rush Hour
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Vocals
Shod Beatz
Shod Beatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Rashod Odom
Rashod Odom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shod Beatz
Shod Beatz
Producer

Letra

(Ayo, Shod Beatz) Let's go In traffic like Rush Hour Sippin' on lean like it's Budweiser, chopper knock two niggas down like the Twin Towers Supercharged Scat, watch it go faster, used to be broke, you know I ain't tryna go backwards Shoot it out wherever, don't matter, hope you don't play, it's gon' be a disaster Ride around every day with the stick, yeah, win the battle How I walk on the beat, yeah, I do it unique, can't nobody do better My lil' bitch a freak, eat the dick in my sleep, yeah, she treat me like Hugh Hefner I'm chasing the cheese, no cheddar Mama said, "Son, watch out for the devil," I told her don't worry, I'm strapped with that medal (With one in the head) And I'ma dance on the way to the feds, you play with my family, me or they bread Look at my eyes, I know that they red, I'm smoking it dead and I'm full of these meds Can't let 'em get me, I know how to play it, go with your move, I'm up two steps ahead Shooters on go, put a price on your head Yo, skrrt Narcs on the scene, so I fled You know I'm high as a bird, I'm the shit like a turd, before you talk, think before you say it Ho, if I give you my word, I ain't playin' Tell 'em white folks send my bread in advance And I don't need no nigga, just me and Parlay, we ride with them choppers with drums like a band (The fuck is you sayin'?) In traffic like Rush Hour Sippin' on lean like it's Budweiser, chopper knock two niggas down like the Twin Towers Supercharged Scat, watch it go faster, used to be broke, you know I ain't tryna go backwards Shoot it out wherever, don't matter, hope you don't play, it's gon' be a disaster Ride around every day with the stick, yeah, win the battle How I walk on the beat, yeah, I do it unique, can't nobody do better My lil' bitch a freak, eat the dick in my sleep, yeah, she treat me like Hugh Hefner I'm chasing the cheese, no cheddar Mama said, "Son, watch out for the devil," I told her don't worry, I'm strapped with that medal (With one in the head)
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