Hardrock

Hardrock - Hardcore Drugs

[Intro]
Bitch, I’m finna do sum hardcore drugs for the feeling (let’s go!)
Lil’ bitch, you think I’m dead but you should know I’m not
I’m hard for her, bitch I tee up a notch
I’m the new up-and-coming nigga in the spot
I’m comin’ for the money and I’m comin’ for the racks
I’m comin’ for yo bitch and I’m comin’ for the stacks
I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (shooters)
I’m comin’ for the gang, yuh nigga, that’s facts

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah (hol’ up!)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
[Verse]
I’ma do some hardcore drugs, to see if I’m alive
'Cus bitch, I’m tryna reach the top, I’m tryna reach the sky
I can’t look into her eye, man, all I see is lies
That jawn out with the AR-sticks, bitch you might as well comply
Bitch, I know I’m too damn sick, bitch I know I’m too damn fly
Bitch, I know I’m too damn sick, bitch I know I’m too damn hot
Bitch, I hop out with thеm bands
Perc-30 in my hand
With this ho off a Xan
Yeah, she fuckin’ with my mans
And I’m fuckin’ with hеr friend, and her friend fuck with me too
I’ma fuck her then I dip, no we cannot pair, Bluetooth
I’ma fuck her then I dip, no we cannot see it through
Bitch, I know you love this shit, bitch I know you love the blues
Ion’ care about your feelings, you can treat me like a villain
And yeah I’m tryna see a million but I’m tryna see a billion
I’ma fuck this shit up, who the fuck brought me into the building (huh?)
Bitch, I’m finna do some hardcore drugs for the feeling (let’s go!)
Lil’ bitch, you think I’m dead but you should know I’m not
I’m Hardrock4L, bitch I tee up a notch
I’m the new up-and-comin' nigga in the spot
I’m comin’ for the money and I’m comin’ for the racks
I’m comin’ for yo bitch and I’m comin’ for the stacks
I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (shooters)
I’m comin’ for the gang, yuh nigga, that’s facts
I’m goin’ for this, yeah I’m goin’ fuckin’ crazy
I was doing this shit but before fuckin’ fugazi
They not on my level, they can’t even graze me
And I’m spittin’ too fast, nigga, just like Slim Shady
Don’t know what I am but I am not a [?], I had to be something else just like the Fanta
I’m tired of this shit, I gotta get out Atlanta
I’m tired of these niggas, ok I can’t stand ‘em
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I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)
I’ma do some hardcore drugs (drugs, drugs)