Hurry Up

[Intro]
(Bavaro, beat it up)
Don't want the bitch, you can have that

[Chorus]
Hurry up, bring that bag back
Show me where the racks at
Don't want the bitch, you can have that
No, I'm not chasin' a nat-nat
Pullin' up, they lookin' sad-sad
I think I need my own Rafs snatched
Grab her, she got a fat ass
I'm tryna know where the stash at
Hurry up, bring that bag back
Show me where the racks at
Don't want the bitch, you can have that
No, I'm not chasin' a nat-nat
Pullin' up, they lookin' sad-sad
I think I need my own Rafs snatched
Grab her, she got a fat ass
I'm tryna know where the stash at

[Verse]
Pullin' up, they lookin' sad-sad
Step in the club with my Raf-Rafs
.357 Mag-Mag
All black Off-White backpack
All I ever wanted was fat bands
I keep it going, no backtrack
I'm in the field, understand that
Don't make me lack-lack
Trappin' since a minor
Top notch grinder
Could never fold like a binder
Became a consignor
She lookin' bad, gotta sign her
Just a reminder, I get the bag everyday
He say he get money, that niggas a liar

[Bridge]
That niggas a liar
I get the bag everyday
He say he get money, that niggas a liar
Uh, I'm a top notch grinder
Trappin' since a minor
I never fold like a binder

[Chorus]
Hurry up, bring that bag back
Show me where the racks at
Don't want the bitch, you can have that
No, I'm not chasin' a nat-nat
Pullin' up, they lookin' sad-sad
I think I need my own Rafs snatched
Grab her, she got a fat ass
I'm tryna know where the stash at
Hurry up, bring that bag back
Show me where the racks at
Don't want the bitch, you can have that
No, I'm not chasin' a nat-nat
Pullin' up, they lookin' sad-sad
I think I need my own Rafs snatched
Grab her, she got a fat ass
I'm tryna know where the stash at