Hard Body

[Intro] That’s where you headed boy, to pine oil heaven. I'mma get that gun, and then I'mma get that money. I don’t believe you got it in you, Jake. I'mma go get it right now (gunshot) Oh shit, awwwww you motherfucker! The next one will kill you. Ohh, son of a bitch. You shot me in the ass [Verse 1] I never been a bitch in my life, I never ran from a fight I was told when niggas bark you should bite And these puppies ain’t eatin' enough pedigree to scare something They play with the word gangster until some lead dump him Until the ambulance coming pressin' on they chest Calf and stomach, you grabbin' the hand of a woman I never took the stand, snitched on my man and came back home Like it was nothin', actin' like I ain’t do somethin' wrong Fuck it, and if I did i’d look 'em in the face Tell hop out that bucket and spray Tell 'em to make sure they hit my head and my waist Tell them to circle round the block twice in case Shit, cement pump in my veins, hard body to the death Scream fuck the world with a capital F Everybody extinct, it’s just me and my niggas left And this is how we think [Hook] No tongue tissue niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, y'all bodies ain’t like ours And if y'all bodies was then y'all be built for war Tell em' No teddy bear niggas around me Just a hundred cement niggas around me We hard bodied, y'all bodies ain’t like ours And if y'all bodies was then y'all be built for war [Verse 2] And when I say hard body, homie, not in a physical You either born with it or real niggas around real kids And it’s passed on like a ritual, not sworn in it You ain’t livin' it because you put it in sentences And you ain’t givin' it if it’s ten percent, it gotta be a hundred Walkin' down the block, K in my hands, fuck it, who want it? I got a hundred shots for any one of you blood clots Motherfucker, we will fuck ya Spray your cope and leave smoke in it like Chris Tucker I’m no gimmick, we smell out the timid We lift something out the trunk that got a kickstand with it You either fall now or stand with it You either crawl now or get laid down Think about it, I’m only giving you one minute Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, bloaw, you’re too late Motherfucker, meet your fate [Hook] [Verse 3] Look between my eyes You can see the fire burning like my Lamborghini tires And my burner from the four fifth which is the four five Which is that ninety-five Jordan shit Jordans on your feet, we gon' take them shits Put them on our feet and reshape them shits Now don’t they look sweet? Wear em for a minute, sell them the next week That’s good profit, y'all ain’t thinkin' logic You talkin' ass backwards like criss cross pockets Mel Gibson, you just actin' Lethal weapon, I take you niggas to target practice Teach you niggas a lesson or two Won’t you listen when a grown man is lecturin' you? Cause any weapon will do in the process of fuckin' up you, nigga You rappers ain’t built like us Y'all just lift a lot of weights and look tough We see through that, we shoot through anything that’s buff And we ain’t thinkin' about handcuffs The police runnin' from us, we so hard bodied, trust [Hook] [Outro] Tongue tissue ass niggas man, ay wait, we say, either go hard or go home, tha- tha- tha- that’s what we go by, either stand for something or fall for anything nigga, bite that, o- open your mouth, bite that go ahead, you’re suicidal Yeah, , oh fuck, I’m winning anyway, I’m winning, I’m winning any mother fuckin' way, I can’t lose