Hard

Gang, gang (bitch)
Five times seven bullets rip you apart
Beep, beep
Gang, gang, gang
You know how the fuck we rockin', man (know how the fuck we rock, bitch)
Free Santana, man, free J Roc, free Sticky
Free Pimpyz, man (free Pimpyz, bitch)
Free Tay-K
Gang, haha

You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin' down a nigga block with the chopstick (grraa, grraa)
Rockstar nigga (gang), now I need a rock bitch (beep)
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we pop out with mops (graa)
You gon' shoot a little, we gon' shoot a lot (beep, beep)
I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my cock, but my Glock very hard

School was very hard (gang), bitch, I'm very hard (gang)
Tay-K very hard (hard), Tay-K fairly odd
Chop-chop-chopper with a blade, 'cause my bitch goth (bitch)
1911, Ma I'll leave you with a scar (beep, gang)
My mama so hard (gang), my daddy go hard (gang)
Tay-K fairly odd, Tay-K very hard (bitch)
This thooka is my wand, Tay-K fairly odd
Chopper with a blade, it's gon' rip you apart
You's a monkey nigga, so we knock your tree apart (bitch)
Bullets aim far (haha), bullets aim far

Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm very hard, bitch, I'm very hard (uh huh, that's on my mama, hard)

Rock like a guitar ('tar), draw down on a opp (huh)
While he smokin' in his car (car), we gon' smoke 'em like a 'gar ('gar)
.9 and a TEC (TEC), leave a nigga wet (wet)
Smokin' so much gas (gas, gas, gas), I think that I can fuel a jet

You niggas are nothin' but some workers (workers)
Internet lurkers (lurkers), searchers (searchers), stay up out my circle (my circle)
He-He talk down on Internet, hurt him (Crip), murk him (hurt)
Dirt him (hurt), white tee (hey), picture on a shirt him, ayy (shirt)

Can't fuck with an opp, bitch (opp, bitch)
AR-15 and that ho come with a stock, bitch (stock, bitch)
Bloc Nation, nigga (nigga), so I need a Block bitch (block bitch)
He was talkin' trash, put his ass in the garbage (garbage)

You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin' down a nigga block with the chopstick (grraa, grraa)
Rockstar nigga (gang), now I need a rock bitch (beep)
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we pop out with mops (graa)
You gon' shoot a little, we gon' shoot a lot (beep, beep)
I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my cock, but my Glock very hard

Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard
Bitch, I'm very hard, bitch, I'm very hard



Credits
Writer(s): James Baker, Danny Snodgrass, Taymor Mcintyre, Javorian Grimes, Adam Grandmaison
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