(this is rush hour radio)

(you killed this bro)

(plugg you made this?)

(go hboy, every rush every hour)

[Verse: Hboydaman]

I was sippin up the pint

You was sippin bud light

You was sippin budweieser

Your pack a pack light

Been smokin slattwoods

My room got the red sight

Oh you messin with the squad? risk your life red dice

Hboy, I was really like kickin' with the squad

Oh you tryna run up? you might not make it that far

Oh you tryna run up? you might not make it that far

When I'm from it's gettin wicked man they take it that far

Got the choppa in the video my life is really in it

Man I'm shooting way too much, you'd think john wick gone wicked

Can't nobody tell me shit I got the full range in it

I been {?] Gold grills, you still busy at the clinic

Colder than a snow man, but I'm on my glo time

Never thought I'd touch down in north carolina

Gotta thank god cuz you know I can't be lying

I might need bout 20 thousand if somebody try to sign me

Why a goofy always tryna talk down in my ear

They be talkin' they be talkin' but that shit is not clear

Don't be talm' bout my life if your ahh was not there

Man I'm tryna paint a picture let me call up Cinco Flare

No I never ever told no I never ever squeal

Got the 3 story crib we used to live in [?] wheels

Remember I was locked up, only gave me 1 meal

It was colder than a mug, and that bih got em killed

We don't use no Google search

Squad team we only use Bing

Yeah we eatin' chicken buckets tryna feed the whole team

I ain't even gonna lie man we run the whole scene

And we kick your down, kick that shit like chun-Li

(this is the road to rush hour)