Hours Hours I been up for Hours
Rolling Sticky Sour
Hours after Hours
Died a couple times
But I’m never a coward
Imma get a brand new coupe
Imma call it rush hour
Hours Hours
It’s a new day in a hour
When you pull in up I said in a hour
To much work up on my mind I gotta stay grinding
And I took some L’s but I still move mountains
Still stay grinding
Perfect timing
Treat the iron like I’m mining
Take her out for fine dining
Got the stars aligning
Fuck ya girl just for some hours
And she real spicy like picante
Had to get the girl off my conscious
Up all night in the yo for some hours
Money bring a whole lotta power
Runnin up the numbers like I’m tryna run the mileage
Pop me a pill now I’m rolling for some hours
Hours Hours
I been up for hours
Hours after Hours
Rolling Sticky Sour
Died a couple times
But I’m never a coward
Imma get a brand new coupe
Imma call it rush hour
Bossed up spittin fire like bowser
He ain’t gone do nothing he talk over browsers
Pushin and push in time is on a limit
Run up them digits
Hours turn to minutes
Well connected like a tour
Act crazy at my function
I’ll toss you out like a bouncer
Imma say it to ya face like a sports announcer
They making me laugh like over the router
Came to the club got the racks In my trousers
Speeding through curves 100 miles per hour
Charge up no power outage
24/8 I don’t not skip a hour
I heard she a baddie sexy lil pouter I heard she a freak off the powder
I make her biggity bounce it
She old enough to fuck it ain’t illegal
Hair blowing like I’m Tito
You cannot hit me with Rico
Sippin Martell like a migo
I just can’t wait just let me go
It’s Tredash you can’t touch my steelo
And I gotta keep me a preroll
Hours Hours
I been up for hours
Rolling sticky sour
Hours after Hours
Died a couple times but I’m never a coward
Imma get a brand new coupe imma call it rush hour