[Verse 1: ForeverHardy]
Yeah, stop talkin' 'bout that bag, nigga, your grass weak
I'm the teacher of the class, and we don't pass heats
V said she need a Perc', it's been a bad week
Lil' nigga happy as hell in that striker down that sad street
Free my niggas in the jail and R.I.P. my niggas in the casket
392 on the side, on the back, it's no badge
Why you talkin' to the feds, creatin' bad habits?
Button on the back of the Glock, it's like a fast gadget
Too many hoes in the club, I'm finna throw a beauty paegant
Try and run up, get your ass blew in high fashion
Bitch drunk off some Hard, I think the Mike grabbed her
My nigga pray on demons when you sleep, call the night pastors
Stop talkin' 'bout we beefin', I can't fight Casper
Bitches always get to tweakin' the night after
Niggas talkin' 'bout some likes, I told 'em hide the captions
[Interlude: ForeverHardy]
Man
Yop
Yop
[Verse 2: ForeverHardy]
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
I can't hear no lil' shit 'cause the bass gettin' bigger
Bitch pretty as hell and her waist gettin' thicker
A thousand miles on that road'll have your pockets gettin' richer
She in here on her knees and you kissed her?
I'm finna hit Ponderosa and get a steak dinner
Fourth quarter, losin'-ass nigga, hate winners
In the striker, no plates, slide down the state, nigga
Ooh, shit, we in a race, nigga
This nigga try me, I swear to God, he gon' lose his face with it
The feds take your ass in that crib, they gon' try to build a case, nigga
I thank God every day they ain't take a nigga
Yeah, stop talkin' 'bout that bag, nigga, your grass weak
I'm the teacher of the class, and we don't pass heats
V said she need a Perc', it's been a bad week
Lil' nigga happy as hell in that striker down that sad street
Free my niggas in the jail and R.I.P. my niggas in the casket
392 on the side, on the back, it's no badge
Why you talkin' to the feds, creatin' bad habits?
Button on the back of the Glock, it's like a fast gadget
Too many hoes in the club, I'm finna throw a beauty paegant
Try and run up, get your ass blew in high fashion
Bitch drunk off some Hard, I think the Mike grabbed her
My nigga pray on demons when you sleep, call the night pastors
Stop talkin' 'bout we beefin', I can't fight Casper
Bitches always get to tweakin' the night after
Niggas talkin' 'bout some likes, I told 'em hide the captions
[Interlude: ForeverHardy]
Man
Yop
Yop
[Verse 2: ForeverHardy]
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
I can't hear no lil' shit 'cause the bass gettin' bigger
Bitch pretty as hell and her waist gettin' thicker
A thousand miles on that road'll have your pockets gettin' richer
She in here on her knees and you kissed her?
I'm finna hit Ponderosa and get a steak dinner
Fourth quarter, losin'-ass nigga, hate winners
In the striker, no plates, slide down the state, nigga
Ooh, shit, we in a race, nigga
This nigga try me, I swear to God, he gon' lose his face with it
The feds take your ass in that crib, they gon' try to build a case, nigga
I thank God every day they ain't take a nigga
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