HARD TIMES

You acting like a little bitch right now, you acting real paranoid and shit
Now, these motherfuckers smoked your goddamn cousin in front of you, nigga
Blew his head off in front of your face, and you ain't gonna do shit?
You acting like a little bitch right now, nigga
Man, fuck that, I ain't letting that shit ride
We gonna go there and smoke all these motherfuckers
I don't care who the fuck out there, god damn it
Is you down, nigga?

I fell on hard times, doin' shitty
Grab the glick or 45 'cause it's fitting, bitch, I'm down to do the crime
I blow the whole five on this stripper bitch and take the money back like it's mine
Bitch, I'm one of a kind
Pull up mobbin', ho, like, tell me, what's the sitchy?
She said, "I gave that boy pussy and he owe me about fifty"
That's a line, a line that you can't cross
I'm crossed between a deuce, I dig you up and shoot your ghost, pussy, I been on my grind

Like, bitch, I'm back, shawty hit my celly for the sack
That's heart attack, pull up on these fools, ain't got no gat
I grab the mask, play the cross, his face, he got a gash
Yeah, I caught his ass, he thought shit was sweet and now he dead
Flexin' on danger, power on me like a Ranger, uh, yeah
40 is stainless, run up on me, I'ma bang it, uh, yeah
She a head-banger, shawty too gone, I can't save her, uh, yeah
Shawty, she look like Dede, they be like re-re, suck on my pee-pee

I fell on hard times, doin' shitty
Grab the glick or 45 'cause it's fitting, bitch, I'm down to do the crime
I blow the whole five on this stripper bitch and take the money back like it's mine
Bitch, I'm one of a kind
Pull up mobbin', ho, like, tell me, what's the sitchy?
She said, "I gave that boy pussy and he owe me about fifty"
That's a line, a line that you can't cross
I'm crossed between a deuce, I dig you up and shoot your ghost, pussy, I been on my grind

Fool, don't move, I'm Bishop with that juice
How the fuck that, AR 1 5 fit inside the back that coupe
They be surprised when them back doors open, killers out that roof
I'ma clap it till that ratchet broken, turn his brains to soup
He smoke Fronto, this that gun smoke, that's what I be on
He want smoke, kick through your front door, you know I'm probably drawlin
I want war, I'ma confront boul and get his body gone
Lookin' at me like I'm prolly wrong, but you can suck my dick, bitch

I just slip the tip in, she already felt it drippin'
Bad bitches with some daddy issues, drug addictions
They always comin' 'round me, but they act like I'm they father
Told 'em I ain't even shit yet and they act like they unbothered
'Cause they know what's up, all this fuckin' liquor in my system, still ain't throwin' up
Smokin' on this gas, I'm spittin' flame, I'm fuckin' goin' up
Really, it's a shame, I'm peepin' game how niggas runnin' up (Niggas runnin' up)

I fell on hard times, doin' shitty
Grab the glick or 45 'cause it's fitting, bitch, I'm down to do the crime
I blow the whole five on this stripper bitch and take the money back like it's mine
Bitch, I'm one of a kind
Pull up mobbin', ho, like, tell me, what's the sitchy?
She said, "I gave that boy pussy and he owe me about fifty"
That's a line, a line that you can't cross
I'm crossed between a deuce, I dig you up and shoot your ghost, pussy, I been on my grind