2 The Hard Way

Lyrics

Gambling in the hallway
 Shootouts in broad day
 But I gotta make it home tonight
 With my dog if he wrong or right
 This that foul play
 This that two the hard way
 This that two the hard way
 This that two the hard way
 Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas
 When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
 I take care my niggas down the road man, I fuckin' miss 'em
 A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star nigga
 The ninth ward god
 The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys
 Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
 Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard
 Tryna stay above the odds
 She said in green girl in board, yeah yeah
 Them youngins ain't gon' play about the kid, nah for real
 I know if I send the word they gon' kill off the rip
 They know they catch up big, Lil Baby I keep it reyour bitch (Woo)
 Butterfly doors on the Benz (Ooh)
 Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
 Everything president tints
 I'm on Ocean with a bad hoe
 Top down, she got flew'd out
 On the back seat with the extendo (Yeah)
 Smokin' indo with my jewels out (Yeah)
 One-twenty, I blew right by you, uh
 I just told a bad bitch "Slide through" (Slide)
 Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through
 Whip the Ferrari through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru, uh
 High as an Einstein IQ, yeah (I-I-IQ)
 She gon' get my name as a tattoo (Tattoo)
 No square shit, that's a taboo
 Let's do Nobu in Malibu
 YBN, she skiin'
 He tap out, put G in
 Lil' bad bitch, Korean
 Hop out my whip, European
 On Broadway, like all day
 Know I fuck with Nahmir, yeah, the long way
 She just left my hotel
 Did a clean walk of shame down the hallway (Hahahaha)
 Money with the squad
 Get money with the squad
 Get money with the squad (Squad)
 Put that on God, man, I stay on my job
 It's the young heartthrob, uh
 Money with the squad
 Get money with the squad
 Get money with the squad (Get money)
 Uh, put that on God, man, I stay on my job
 It's the young heartthrob
 Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch (Ooh)
 Butterfly doors on the Benz (Speeding)
 Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
 Everything president tints
 I'm on Ocean with a bad hoe
 Top down, she got flew'd out
 On the back seat with the extendo
 Smokin' indo with my jewels out
 Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch (Woo)
 Butterfly doors on the Benz (Ooh)
 Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
 Everything president tints
 I'm on Ocean with a bad hoe
 Top down, she got flew'd out
 On the back seat with the extendo (Yeah)
 Smokin' indo with my jewels out (Yeah)
 Ridin' with a thick bitch wrist on big shit
 Top down coupe with the stick shift
 On your bitch wish-list
 YBN big fist, shrimp-ass nigga, you a fish-stick
 Smokin' pre-rolled with a bad hoe
 Drop that zero, fuck with a hero
 I'm on South beach on a jetski
 Bitch tryna find me like Nemo
 Bankrolls, all hundreds, yeah
 That's your bitch? I want her, yeah
 If the bitch outta pocket, I shoot like a rocket
 Hundred round drum on the stick, I'll pop 'em
 Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch (Ooh)
 Butterfly doors on the Benz (Speeding)
 Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
 Everything president tints
 I'm on Ocean with a bad hoe
 Top down, she got flew'd out
 On the back seat with the extendo
 Smokin' indo with my jewels out
 Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch (Woo)
 Butterfly doors on the Benz (Ooh)
 Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
 Everything president tints
 I'm on Ocean with a bad hoe
 Top down, she got flew'd out
 On the back seat with the extendo (Woo, woo, woo)
 Smokin' indo with my jewels out (Offset!)
 Money with the gang but baguettes on her chain (Gang)
 Mulsanne, the Range, or the coupe with no brain (Brain)
 Clout on their name but they do this shit for fame (Clout)
 Eat the candy cane and it got her neck sprained (Eat it)
 I'm a pimp with the game with these diamonds on my ring (Pimp)
 Let the gang hit her, we don't even know her name (Who?)
 Mixed, Margiela with Alexander Wang (Mixed)
 Countin' up the money 'til my thumb got sprained (Ah)
 These niggas be cap, the money not the same (Cap)
 Shawty ass fat, can I offer you a drink? (Fat)
 There's a nigga in the back, he don't talk, he insane (Shh)
 Hit 'em with the flames and he droppin' the names (Drop)
 Ooh, it's a shame, she got curls in her frame (Ooh)
 Hit her one time with your bitch and the gang (Hey)
 Nigga takin' my drip, might as well take my name (Who?)
 See these niggas plottin' and they watchin', tryna hate (Plot)
 Walkin' in the bank (Bank)
 Take it out the bank (Bank)
 My daughter is a saint (Saint)
 No Limit with the tank (Tank)
 Made a hundred bands (Bands)
 Plus a hundred bands (Bands)
 Plus another half a million
 Do the Running Man (Bands)
 Your baby momma ain't nothin'
 What you nutted in? (Nothin')
 You want smoke (Ah, ah)
 Got you stutterin' (Ah, ah)
 Hoppin' on a jet goin' to the motherland (Jet)
 Got another check then I did the Running Man (Check, shh)
 

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Duration
02:54
Tempo
150 BPM

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