Go Harder
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me baguettes
Up in the internet they sending them threats
Up up In person them niggas look like stressed
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me baguettes
Up in the trenches there's nothing but death
Prison or jail I told my niggas we gon prevail
If he do the hit then we raising bail
Too far in don't tuck ya tails
Pocket tsunami it look like whales
Eye ball the work don't need no scale
I told my niggas we raising hell
I told my niggas we raising hell
2 2 The gun and I got me a load of berretas
Told em I'm done with these niggas they got me too fed up
They doing it good but I do it better
I'm taking your bitch and she getting wetter
I woke up on go ain't need me no dresser
I told my niggas to put in that pressure
A whole new lifestyle and they wanna enter
Niggas can't fit in my shoes and
These niggas can't in my sweater
I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell them to move real smarter
Writing these lyrics like I was a author
Killing this beat this shit is a slaughter
Moving that weight and I'm feeling Walter
Want me buy her drip her out no water
Bitch you is Wildin' you not my daughter
I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell my gang go harder
(I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell my gang go harder)
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me baguettes
Up in the internet they sending them threats
Up up In person them niggas look like stressed
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me bueguettes
I told em niggas to get off my yak
These niggas be mad they ain't do it like that
Remember the days in the back of the back
250 Now when I'm doing that dash
I had to tell 'em to get off my dick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me baguettes
Up in the internet they sending them threats
Up up In person them niggas look like stressed
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me baguettes
Up in the trenches there's nothing but death
Prison or jail I told my niggas we gon prevail
If he do the hit then we raising bail
Too far in don't tuck ya tails
Pocket tsunami it look like whales
Eye ball the work don't need no scale
I told my niggas we raising hell
I told my niggas we raising hell
2 2 The gun and I got me a load of berretas
Told em I'm done with these niggas they got me too fed up
They doing it good but I do it better
I'm taking your bitch and she getting wetter
I woke up on go ain't need me no dresser
I told my niggas to put in that pressure
A whole new lifestyle and they wanna enter
Niggas can't fit in my shoes and
These niggas can't in my sweater
I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell them to move real smarter
Writing these lyrics like I was a author
Killing this beat this shit is a slaughter
Moving that weight and I'm feeling Walter
Want me buy her drip her out no water
Bitch you is Wildin' you not my daughter
I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell my gang go harder
(I had to tell my gang go harder
I had to tell my gang go harder)
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me baguettes
Up in the internet they sending them threats
Up up In person them niggas look like stressed
I had to run up a check
Applying that pressure my foot on they neck
My homies got rich of selling that huh
I had to boss up I want me bueguettes
I told em niggas to get off my yak
These niggas be mad they ain't do it like that
Remember the days in the back of the back
250 Now when I'm doing that dash
I had to tell 'em to get off my dick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
I know they mad and I'm making them sick
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Writer(s): Kelvin Gonzalez
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