Goin’ Hard lyrics

[Hook]
Im goin hard, goin hard
All I used to do is rob
Now im in the studio
Making this music sh*t my job
And dese n*ggas so soft
They then let me in the door
I ain't gotta rap no more
Labels knocking at my door
Im goin hard, goin hard
All I used to do is rob
Now im in the studio
Makin this music sh*t my job
And dese n*ggas so soft
They then let me in the door
I ain't gotta rap no more
Labels knocking at my door

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Im tired of playing wit dese n*ggas
Dese n*ggas act like b*tches
Im tired of f*cking dese b*tches
I need me a mistress
Wear a scarf around my head like a Taliban
Loud got me so high, Looking Like Im from Japan
See, me and my n*ggas rob the Venetian stores
And I got a couple guns you ain't seen Before
They like "Oh my God, you den let him in the door"
And every n*gga b*tch dont want to f*ck with him no more
I can't blame em doe, n*gga I dont want your ho
I can't, I can't blame her doe n*gga I dont want your ho
b*tches Double G we going to be the same for life
I swear I been supposed to die, They ain't aim it right
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[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Im in the studio Writing, writing all night
Me And you ain't Vibin n*gga do you want to fight
Check my street credit I got tiger stripes
My bullets leave wounds that look like tiger bites
I got .30 in my denim and I ain't scared to bust them
n*ggas think Im gonna friend em, but me I'm like f*ck 'em
Couple n*ggas said Im A b*tch
Couple n*ggas did a diss
On my father grave them couple n*ggas ain't gone do sh*t
I be all out in these clubs, all out in theses streets
People walk to me and say I run DC
I say Im the future, the Future of the Nation
Every single thing I do is history in the making

[Hook]

I got my mask on and im tipping
Wassup with you pimping
No Im not your Homie, do I look like the Simpsons
My Glock loaded Im riding
Based on me he Jiving
We out here surviving, you touch my drugs You buy it
Im a young street n*gga, Lord OG
Streets Hottest Youngin, everybody know me
b*tch im from the Yo, I say it on every song
I f*ck a n*gga ho she scream my name out on every moan
Your head in the car, my seat leaned back
Her ass on the dash and her head in my lap
A n*gga stabbed me where it say Glizzy at
God Ain't want me, he said I ain't have A Milli Yet
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