Koudelka Hardrock

[Intro]
(Mom, Polack's making beats again)
(Avantegardian)

[Chorus]
Play that bitch like a game, Koudelka
Rockin' Helmut Lang and Bottega
We got bread for show, bodega
Take that nigga under, Undertaker
It's a cold, cold game, it's a cold, cold life
Sound like Kurt Cobain, when I get close to this mic
They tryna drag my name
Why the fuck? I just came into the game

[Verse]
My hourglass keep flippin' back and forth
If they keep talkin', we gon' resort to force
We gon' walk in and we gon' make some noise
Not Lil Durk, but I sure got the voice
Was some niggas that was up, but I surpassed
Now they look up to me, thеy really all bad
Everybody in herе turnt as fuck, we geeked on gas
Throw that bitch a plastic Barbie, she got ass
Yeah, that horsepower, push the gas
Can't waste no hours, gotta dash
Only time I go outside is for the cash
I been locked in the stu', I want it bad
Model bitch, she want a Birkin, Birkin bag
Got some shooters down the road with the tags
Got some shooters down the road, right with they mags
Got some shooters down the road, they ain't afraid to blast
Everybody runnin' from me, don't come in last
Can't slowdown, this lifestyle is fast
Niggas playing catch up, catch up 'cause they trash
They gon' just get passed up, passed up, they won't last
'Cause I'm comin' straight for hands, I ain't playin' no games
They see me doin' my thing, it's hard to stay in they lane
Couple Richard Millies, Richard, Richard Millie plain
I don't even check the time, I just woke up because I can
Got labels go loco, this shit goin' global
Everytime I'm with a bitch, she ask, "How that's on go?"
She gon' suck and eat away, she already know how it go
Told me that she want it fast, she don't want that shit slow
I said, "Okay, let's go"