Hardly

Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
My eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly

To my fellow soldiers, know they restin' up
I thank the Lord everyday that I'm blessed as fuck
Carbo fire here that'll wet you up
You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up
You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan
Dinner is ready, nigga come get some
Ain't no one-on-ones, nigga one is one
Don't make me lace up and play run and gun
I'm in these streets, I'm walkin' like
I'm in this foreign, I roll the dice
My hair not down, I run it up
Only thing I can give is zero fucks

Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
My eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks, to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly

Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats
Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV
Pardon we, we finna crash a party
Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece
Take the gang, hit the road
What we live by, is a code
I'm on an ocean, I rode the bus
There's certain shit I can't discuss
My dog slow, it loves licks
Go send your shots, it's number bricks
I'm too authentic, you counterfit
Choppers start glitchin' when it's tampered with
Smoked a lot of it, a pound of it
Two bitches, I sandwich it
Did so many lines of tape, Fanta it
See the finish line, i ran to it
I fucked so many crazy hoes, I'm out my mind
And you can smack me, if I was lyin'
my people with me, my people lyin,
Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn'

Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks, to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Chris Barnett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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