Hardest Out ft. Facee Capone Lyrics

Oh shit, this that Lowrider music

Lowriders

Need a block, hit me up, let me call Up my plug, Bet he pull up, just be Ready with that

Feddi over here we countin' numbers Really heavy, money get tossed, I Walked out them

Gates man and I took off, put it in My mind that I never go soft, all gas, Propane, got

The game in my vein, and I spit this Shit like venom, got hustle genes, Not talkin

Bout my 501 denim jeans, I'm the Quarterback, hut hut count the Money, paper cuts, you think I beg

For change cause I keep a double cup, My time to shine since I stepped off The main line

Got my hustle up, always knew I was Gon' bubble up, I pull up to any Block and I get

It, in my Phoenix Suns fitted, plug Hit me with a brick and I split it, Break it down

Into pounds, count the money on the Ground, take mine off the top, now I'm bout to clown

Ayy, bumper stay draggin', niggas Know what it is, chunkin' up the big West Side, Mary

Vale in this bitch, pussy ass niggas They love to talk shit, now I know a Migga that

I'm walkin' with the broom stick, Bitches wanna act like they tough til I light em up

Ain't talkin' the 4th of July, bitch I Keep the burner tucked, niggas they Knowin' that

I'm so fresh and so clean, they be Lookin' at the diamonds every time I Hit the scene

I'ma lay the bitch down, lock it up And see-saw it, these niggas talkin' Shit, I got that

Pop-pop gym jaw em, niggas they Know my name, I represent for the West, got a vest but I

Ain't aimin' for your motherfuckin' Chest, I'm takin' shots at your dome, You ain't safe

In the zone, bitch, niggas talkin' shit But they won't say it in my face, Holmes, I let

These niggas know I'm strapped With that quete, they the only nigga That still ridin with the

Ese's, just ride to this Maryvale Music, hit you with my rhyme like These bullets

So get you a bad bitch to cruise with, Stack your chips up, just don't fuckin' Lose it

If you got a dream, then I'll tell you Pursue it, ridin' through my hood Without a tool

Is really foolish, if you a hothead, Then you gotta cool it, if you got None to lose

Then I guess do it, when you hit the Yard, tell a Murda doin' music, bricks We cool

Whip, all these models get bent, I Used to jack off all day in a pen, now I fuck a bitch

And never speak to her again, if you Ridin' on three wheels, then just lock It, I'm sleepin

With a rocket, cause I got packs in My closet, you see how I'm dressed, Can't tightin up,

My faucet, he called me up tryna find His bitch, I told him that he lost it, Yeah

Homie, she gone, ha-ha, if you Lookin' for that bitch, she gone, cuz, On the set

Maryvale, that nigga Murda, Facee Capone, still slidin' in that brougham

Ayy, like I said, if you lookin' for Your bitch, nigga, we sent her, on Gang

Mr. Modelo to the neck, representin' For the set