Hadda Learn Lyrics

One thing, I had to learn for real

All these hoes, they be for the streets

One thing, I had to learn for real

All these niggas be watching me

One thing, I had to put in my mind

That Glock got to stay by me

And one thing, I had to learn for real, ain't no fucking love in these streets, yeah

Don't run up on me, you know I'm clutchin', you better not reach, yeah

How you be saying, you gon' keep this shit solid, but when shit go down you leave?

I can wash my gun, 'bout a hundred times, but that shit still won't be clean

I can wash this money, 'bout a thousand times, and this shit still won't be, yeah

Who want smoke with me?

Nigga want smoke, he don't want no steam, yeah

Playin' no scrimmage, my nigga get active, you know that we playin' for keeps

She gon' set you up, and Imma' get that lick, then she come back to me

Just keep doing 'em nasty, applying the pressure, I'll be damned, if they up on me, yeah

Can't one up on me

Winter time, so I ride with the heat, yeah

Nigga keep talkin', I think that shit crazy, 'cause I really know where he be, yeah

Fuck it, we takin' the lead, we taxin' on shit, you gon' take it or leave it?, yeah

Talking too reckless, you know what I'm on

So, I really hope that you mean it, yeah

I ain't no killer, just give me a reason

Keep that shit on me, from season to season

Kev in that bitch, and I hope that he beat it

I'll put that shit on 'em, if I see 'em reachin'

My nigga keep crossing these states, and he come back with pounds

Did that lil' shit, in a weekend

They say that I'm fucked in the head, 'cause I be paranoid

But you don't be knowin' that feeling

One thing, I had to learn for real

All these hoes, they be for the streets

One thing, I had to learn for real

All these niggas be watching me

One thing, I had to put in my mind

That Glock got to stay by me

And one thing, I had to learn for real, ain't no fucking love in these streets, yeah

Don't run up on me, you know I'm clutchin', you better not reach, yeah

How you be saying, you gon' keep this shit solid, but when shit go down you leave?

I can wash my gun, 'bout a hundred times, but that shit still won't be clean

I can wash this money, 'bout a thousand times, and this shit still won't be, yeah

Who want smoke with me?

Nigga want smoke, he don't want no steam, yeah

Playin' no scrimmage, my nigga get active, you know that we playin' for keeps

She gon' set you up, and Imma' get that lick, then she come back to me

Just keep doing 'em nasty, applying the pressure, I'll be damned, if they up on me