At the store rolling up my sleeve nigga
Got a glass pot and triple beam nigga
With coke that sell itself by any means nigga
That’s a fuckin drug dealer dream nigga
Get this money, ball til you fall
Fuck a bitch, first I gotta feed my dogs
High again, now it’s time to get it off
Just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
Hardo
(Verse)
I’m tryna eat, I need the whole plate
Standing over pot until the stove break
Put a random clip up in that OK
Turn a hothead into a cold case
Nigga this is my life
Ridin with them birdies, tryna get through the pipe
But that ain’t all my earning, 50 bricks in a night
Aladdin with the phonies, kill a nigga on sight
Ah! Get yo money my nigga
Never talkin false, come confront me my nigga
11 for a zone, I confronted my nigga
And I don’t talk about it less I done it my nigga
(Hook)
At the store rolling up my sleeve nigga
Got a glass pot and triple beam nigga
With coke that sell itself by any means nigga
That’s a fuckin drug dealer dream nigga
Get this money, ball til you fall
Fuck a bitch, first I gotta feed my dogs
High again, now it’s time to get it off
Just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
Hardo
(Verse)
We don’t see this shit the same, I got my own look
True religion dream stuff with them phone books
Hundred something fiends, I bust my own jug
11 in that nigga could get yo dome took
Off nigga, yea I’m still dealin that
Soft nigga trap, life real as that
Nigga on the mile, pitchin speed ball
You know it’s going down soon as I see yall
Fowl bundles rap, that’s a perfect ring
12 for a zip – that’s a perfect lick
Every day my trap like the first and fifth
And if the feds rushin that’s the worst of shit
(Hook)
At the store rolling up my sleeve nigga
Got a glass pot and triple beam nigga
With coke that sell itself by any means nigga
That’s a fuckin drug dealer dream nigga
Get this money, ball til you fall
Fuck a bitch, first I gotta feed my dogs
High again, now it’s time to get it off
Just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
Hardo
(Verse)
Threw away my phone ‘cus I don’t wanna talk
Any pussy play with me I bet he lay in chalk
Yellow tape is there, put him on the news
Wanna murk a nigga? Never give him clues
Shout out to my store, shout out to my plug
One time to my hood, always show me love
Shout out to my haters, boy I need you niggas
My dogs crossed me out, can’t believe you niggas (damn holmes)
Working with them people fore they suicide
That’s a phantom ghost doing suicide
I got bitches in VA, killas in V8
Run off with that sack – yo ass MIA (fo real)
(Hook)
At the store rolling up my sleeve nigga
Got a glass pot and triple beam nigga
With coke that sell itself by any means nigga
That’s a fuckin drug dealer dream nigga
Get this money, ball til you fall
Fuck a bitch, first I gotta feed my dogs
High again, now it’s time to get it off
Just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
Hardo
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