Don't Rush - Young T, Bugsey Beltonen teksten:

Don't rush, slow touch (whoa)
Brown on white, like I go cunch (hey)
Gyal run by, like I'm gone buss (buss)
Eye for eye, like I lose trust (lose trust)
White rum, fizzy pop (pop)
Where you dey go go? When dey go up
Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off)
Clammed her twice, man it's so tough

Flood my ice, make a hoe blush
Back at the tall bus, gettin' caught up
D squared, got 'em distressed, got a hand wash
New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box
Keep my straps, no cuffs
Pull up in a new plate and she might just
She weren't tryna move bait when our eyes locked
New tints on the coupe, that's a head loss
Off my whites, right my wrongs
Gucci my mom when you twiddle your thumbs
Count my songs, this is gonna get long
Love my green, I'm tryna get strong
Tryna get on, where I'm from, it's on
Yes, man don't take no dumb threats
They see funds, they hop fence
We been up, not up next