[Hook: Fekky](x2)
Shut up, fuck off
I've got that big ting that will blow your nuts off
My whole team's hard, we don't do soft
Shut up, fuck off
[Verse 1: Fekky]
Yeah, look at me, now look at you
I was born to win, you was born to lose
I've been on my money from the get-down
Since I had that strap, telling niggas "get down"
No mercy on these broke cunts
Since 18, I've only been broke once
We count money and smoke blunts
And fuck girls, I make em take the fruit punch
Yep, go hard, go hard
50 pound in my pocket, 20 bags on my bank card
You say you're trapping, where's your profit?
Your girl told you you're hard? Dump her, she ain't honest
Yeah, eight years on this hard grind
Yeah, so fuck you and your hard times
With your dead food, on your dead nan
Shut the fuck up, cuh I ain't got no time
[Hook: Fekky](x2)
Shut up, fuck off
I've got that big ting that will blow your nuts off
My whole team's hard, we don't do soft
Shut up, fuck off
[Verse 1: Fekky]
Yeah, look at me, now look at you
I was born to win, you was born to lose
I've been on my money from the get-down
Since I had that strap, telling niggas "get down"
No mercy on these broke cunts
Since 18, I've only been broke once
We count money and smoke blunts
And fuck girls, I make em take the fruit punch
Yep, go hard, go hard
50 pound in my pocket, 20 bags on my bank card
You say you're trapping, where's your profit?
Your girl told you you're hard? Dump her, she ain't honest
Yeah, eight years on this hard grind
Yeah, so fuck you and your hard times
With your dead food, on your dead nan
Shut the fuck up, cuh I ain't got no time
[Hook: Fekky](x2)
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