So Hard ft. HailVee Lyrics

So Hard

On God

Talk Fresh

Pull his card

So Hard

On God

Talk Fresh

Pull his card

I can not fuck with these hoes

I roll an ounce of that smoke

Young nigga and I'm groovy

Never let a pussy nigga move me

I ride off with the Uzi

Holding that thing to the sky

So if a nigga think he fly

Got shot out the air and he die

I might let Karen driven

She crossed eyed and she blind

Young bull in the passenger

She top speed bout to crash the joint

I can not fuck with no corny nigga

That claim he strapped like the army nigga

I got guns that ain't on me nigga

I got triggers at the elbow

Cock back, slam, fist will snuff em

Get em, followed up by a shell toe

All of my niggas raise hell yo

All of My Niggas Raise Hell Yo

These other niggas be tripping

Bananas pill shit they slippin

Fuck on yo momma I'm pimpin

Big bars, big spittin

So Hard

On God

Talk Fresh

Pull his card

So Hard

On God

Talk Fresh

Pull his card

Why you acting tough nigga?

Know the real you, why you trying to bluff nigga?

I ain't playing games why you gassin up nigga

Shit you cappin ain't adding up nigga

Saying you toting 22's

Like hell nah nigga see the bitch in you

Talking bout like you this and that

And you a real green nigga

You ain't never been slat boi

Mention my name line you up at the neck

And I hope you a dummy cause I really feel pressed nigga

Swayvy gang yea you know that's the set nigga

Me and Hailvee feeling good

Bringing hell nigga

Whats my name, whats my name?

Yea

Swayvy Gang, Swayvy Gang

Yea

Glock 40 going up

Swayvy Gang turned up

Got a red beam that might do you nigga

.45 shoot like Curry nigga

That's a 30 up in the clip

We spin the benz for that zip

Like why you so involved

Swayvy going up

We the plug

Fuck fake love

So Hard

On God

Talk Fresh

Pull his card

So Hard

On God

Talk Fresh

Pull his card