Kuniva - Hurry Up And Buy lyrics

I'm in the corner store high with a couple of guys Japanese b**h yelling "hurry up and buy!" Got the kind of guns that make you wanna touch the sky Holla'd at my homie Nims he said f** a ya life The real sh** I spin it to the fullest The glock fresh outta the box furnished with the bullets Homie I'm an Eastside n***a with a chip on his shoulder Throw a clip in ya shoulder, have ya flippin ya Rover It's over, hollows blowin through the kitchen, the foyer Through the stove top stuffing, through the chicken, my lawyer Stay losin sleep, Been there, funerals, eulogy Pa** the preacher real good, still it ain't moving me All type of sh**s poppin off That's why I toss slick Molotov's at ya jaw I'm the cause and effect, the alpha, the omega Beginnin of the end, calculatin with barrettes Articulate and clever body parts I will sever Shotty sparks through your sweater, my squad is forever And we can beef like Superman and doomsday I'm stayin with the toast, wanna meet my roommate You don't wanna see me ride up, rowdy all riled up Fired up, eat a n***a food, turn his brain sunny side up Just another episode, let the tech explode I done seen weapons blow all over decimals Professional, pistol packer, lick a smasher cruise and crash a 22 hammer co*k Hooligan on ya block You can be a lot but you ain't this A hard pill to swallow when you know you can't spit I will jab n***as up, and uppercut 'em down Even kings need to rest, head heavy from the crown I ain't tryin to hear how you shut em down You was at blockbuster watchin Will Smith the last time you seen Seven Pound A set of clowns minus the big shoes Pigeon from the mound, who I'm tossin this fifth to That flow you tryin to master, I pa** that and laugh at Due to science young'n you ain't nothin but a lab rat I'm at your front door like Ransom Blast one, hand over your heart like the national anthem Close line your sis, put your moms in the headlock Grab ya granny put her in a figure-four leg lock She opened her eyes when the pain in her leg stopped Just in time to see me comin down with the leg drop I'm so tired like Z-ro, I should have went emo, a gym cla** hero Coulda been a bum, body smellin like Fritos With a cardboard sign saying that I freeload Don't be mad, no b**ha**ness in the back I burry the hatchet, swinging like Kelly Patrick I'm very active, hold ya family captive Pockets standing out as if they went under for Bariatrics Your b**h a freak I dig her out like a grapefruit Sick with the bat and balls so I call her Babe Ruth Block like Beirut, vodka and Grey Goose I'ma let the apes loose, guns like the stay troops Flyer than some space boots, homie you can take two Stairway to heaven, send a n***a straight to Jesus Monster with the chopper, hanging out let the K shoot Boys in the Hood had to cut that n***a Tre loose f** you, we bout to make moves And tell ya pops rubbin balls together ain't cool