Hard Work lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yea L.A., smoke the good weed, ya dig?

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Hard work pays off
Hell, we don't get no days off
Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft
I had to come up, make myself a boss
Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross
Ferrari kit you could hit it, it's off
Believing in God, I iced out the cross
Got choppers on choppers you better not cross
I got [?] on [?]
Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost
Thottie, she don't give a f*ck what it costs
n*gga we winning, we do not take loss
Got a couple bad b*tches in Boston
She like to suck it right out of me
I keep it on me like I hit the lottery
I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I came from nothing, I was dead broke
Prices get cheaper when they come on boat
My b*tch is so bad, she like it in her throat
Givenchy all white, I'm dressing like the Pope
My b*tches on greenlight, them b*tches on go
White b*tches snorting the coke
I never seen a b*tch there when I go
We on the road and we selling out shows
Told you before that it's bros over hoes
Got me a drink and I pour up a four
Roll in the back was so fat that I choke
I'm a young boss, I'm in L.A. with loads
I don't talk two-faced, you listen too slow
Baby come f*ck me and suck me and go
She suck on that di*k like a muh'f*cking pro
She like my demeanor, pull up in a ghost
Counting up racks and checks everyday
She said she like my style in every way
You want a feature, then you got to pay
You ain't talking money, you out of place
Got a new Uzi, I'll blow you to space
Pay for that case and just throw it away
Right at them puppet, we toting them K
Stack up that money to see better days
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Hard work pays off
Hell, we don't get no days off
Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft
I had to come up, make myself a boss
Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross
Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it's off
Believing in God, I iced out the cross
Got choppers on choppers you better not cross
I got [?] on [?]
Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost
Thottie, she don't give a f*ck what it costs
n*gga we winning, we do not take loss
Got a couple bad b*tches in Boston
She like to suck it right out of me
I keep it on me like I hit the lottery
I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

[Verse 2: Nechie]
Nechie shining, see the diamond glisten
Hit a n*gga with a stolen glizzy
32 shot let it pop out the Glock
Hop out that drop and I pop at yo' top
I take up yo' block, [?]
f*ck a scale, n*gga buy a bale
I just bought my n*gga out of jail
He caught a body, he ain't f*cking tell
Had me water, yeah I need a well
Bought the foreign just to fishtail
Forgiato, yeah they blowing kisses
Skrrt skrrt, on you monkey b*tches
Banana clip for you monkey n*ggas
All my shooters, yeah they Reggie Miller
I just flooded me another bezel
Diamonds singing like they Bryson Tiller
Hard work, b*tch, hard work
Make her suck it 'till her jaw hurt
Shoot the glizzy 'till my palm hurt
Catch you lacking, you gon' hit the dirt
I just made a 50 off of merch
I just made a 50 off of percs
I done made a 50 off of lean
I'm a motherf*cking trap king
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Hard work pays off
Hell, we don't get no days off
Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft
I had to come up, make myself a boss
Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross
Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it's off
Believing in God, I iced out the cross
Got choppers on choppers you better not cross
I got [?] on [?]
Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost
Thottie, she don't give a f*ck what it costs
n*gga we winning, we do not take loss
Got a couple bad b*tches in Boston
She like to suck it right out of me
I keep it on me like I hit the lottery
I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty
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