Hard Lessons Lyrics

These niggas be all in my head

Why I want them fuck niggas dead

Lame ass pussy be in my phone

They won't leave me alone

I come through stepping with that Mac

And you know I gotta mask

Call that 30K

I got it stacked in racks

Racks might stab my back

But these pussy stepped Back

And you know I move like flash

Pull up on they hoes

Ovp but now they call it

Spring grove

Pull up with the 22

I spray them like a hose

Like Nardo wick said

These niggas don't want no smoke

All these niggas broke

Looking through my scope

I light them like a rope

I am go talk my shit

They keep trying to diss

They bitch smell like fish

I pull up on them at the light

I hit them with the switch

These niggas really bitch made

I cover them like a light shade

They keep searching for me

Like I'm Nicolas Cage

But I'm not hiding from

Nobody

Cause these niggas really

No bodies but they say

They catching more than 6 bodies

In the lobby

They keep taking risks

They don't use they fists

It's all about guns

But they ain't running up funds

These bitches wear fake buns

I make niggas run

They using b.b guns

And all these niggas is my sons

When I pull the trigger boom

You know I'm bout to zoom

We ain't talking bout no calls

But they on my balls

Tell them hop off

Because they tryna take my sauce

But they always wanna call with

That gay shit

But I snatched they bitch

Cause she know I wasn't rich

And you know I ain't snitch

But I look mixed

They claim I ain't fixed

So I tell her let's hop on the flix

I just got the kicks

I am hitting all the licks

Got all these different guns

Looking like I'm rick

I'm smoking like morty

I gotta get this forty

Let me tell you a story

Niggas come and go

So i ain't slow

I'm rapping to this flow

But your girl about to blow

I attach her like a toe

I put my niggas on like a coat

I'm swimming like a boat

My wrist on froze but I ain't talking

About no sub zero

I hit them with the fire

But I forgot my lighter

You know I'm really tired

I'm about to get fired

Go drink some drink apple cider

My bitch she a biter

But you can check me i ain't wearing

No wires

I creep like a spider

Like young boy said right foot creep

Walking with that heater

But I ain't trusting no bitch

Cause you know they all cheaters

I always got my beeper

Just in case I peep

Jeepers creepers

And this new hoe got some features

She be hiding them creatures

Man fuck all them teachers

These bitches all eaters

You can call me harris teeter

They not giving lessons

But I keep my blessings

They stay bluffing

They need Robitussin

But you know I ain't cuffing

Now grind with me

And you shall see

And I ain't pushing p

And you know I bang the C

And you know I got fees

But I ain't finna freeze

I move like a breeze

I ain't talking about Chris

If I shoot my shot

I'm not gonna miss