Harp On a Hillside Lyrics

You remember back when we was kids

When we couldn't even go in for the kiss

We was just so scared to up and miss

Now we all grown up and still so fearful

Why you at these functions running beer pong with bitches you don't even like?

Did you fuck that guy at the end of the night?

Who the fuck let Slydel on the mic?

Who the fuck let Slydel in the function?

Who the fuck let Slydel in the party?

Who the fuck gave Slydel all that juice?

Who the fuck gave Sly all that Bacardi?

Who the fuck?

You know what

I ain't even stressing

Get that bitch nigga up out the section

Get that bitch nigga up out the section

Get that bitch nigga up out my section

What?

Aye

Talking and drinking and smoking

The parts that we all can approach with a chip on our shoulders

Impossible quotas

They set for you under your nose

They told me to get it I get it I'm gone

My nigga the ceiling is not even on

The feeling I'm feeling right now is immaculate

I feel like I could just do what I want

They telling me do what I can so I gotta do what I please

I do it for free

My niggas will pull it for me

My bitches will do it to me

Revenge is a thing that I serve in the coldest degrees

So everybody gone freeze

Everybody really seeing the monster that fathers the beast when it's left in a vulnerable place

Ain't no talking

Back to my options

Back to the bitches that tell me they love me whenever we

Something

That's what I need

Or maybe it's booty circumference

I'm all in the function

Got me a bottle

I'm drunk in this bitch

And I'm tryna have fun in this bitch

Maybe I'm just tryna run in this bitch

Maybe I'm just tryna run from shit