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(What the fuck, 3hard?)

Nigga tryna get me and I can't go

Know that butt strike spray like a back road

Feelin' tight, got him deck in his head with him

Lock up through my pocket, feelin' dead niggas

I just walk through this bitch with him bread

With him, but you both so he wouldn't even know it

Throw his dick, guess he don't got his head with him

Told the bitch, we would see him just bro it

We don't do planes, I ain't got a board on the plane

When she land, I'ma bust all rollin'

I don't do this, feel the fine, want the cash out of the guy

I'm with the time, now I feel we scorin'

I heard the bitch fuck on the guy, she ain't got it explain

'Cause the hard time, I do shootin'

I heard the bitch fuck on the guy, she ain't got it explain

'Cause the whole time, I knew she was gone

I walked in with a phantom, my young nigga

Off of the floor, I ain't telling the poet, steal a free rocker

Deny another bond, I bet he put something on the dumbass

My goldie shares inside my deal and put all the racks up in the sofa mattress

When I pop out all my P's and Q's, that's how I say my QP

We seen the plug and took his ass off, yeah, he was too sweet

I break the pack, then end up with a 3-5 in my loose lead

I gave her everything she ever needed, how she lose me?

Got some players on Jiggin' Deal, with all evil money kills

They make some I pack and seal, I don't need nobody smell it

Try to keep them out of my business, I don't need nobody tellin'

3hard know he got the block on lock, can't nobody come sell it

(What the fuck, 3hard?)

Nigga tryna get me and I can't go

Know that butt strike spray like a back road

Feelin' tight, got him deck in his head with him

Lock up through my pocket, feelin' dead niggas

I just walk through this bitch with him bread

With him, but you both so he wouldn't even know it

Throw his dick, guess he don't got his head with him

Told the bitch, we would see him just bro it

We don't do planes, I ain't got a board on the plane

When she land, I'ma bust all rollin'

I don't do this, feel the fine, want the cash out of the guy

I'm with the time, now I feel we scorin'

I heard the bitch fuck on the guy, she ain't got it explain

'Cause the hard time I do shootin'

I heard the bitch fuck on the guy, she ain't got it explain

'Cause the whole time I knew she was gone

I walked in with a phantom my young nigga

Off of the floor, I ain't telling the poet