Hardcore Drugs lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, I’m finna do sum hardcore drugs for the feeling (Let’s go)
Lil’ b*tch, you think I’m dead but you should know I’m not
I’m Hardrock4L, b*tch, I tee up a notch
I’m the new up-and-coming n*gga in the spot (Yeah)
I’m comin’ for the money and I’m comin’ for the racks (Racks)
I’m comin’ for yo' b*tch and I’m comin’ for the stacks (Stacks)
I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (Shooters)
I’m comin’ for the gang, yuh, n*gga, that’s facts (Facts)
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[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
'Cause, b*tch, I’m tryna reach the top, I’m tryna reach the sky (The sky)
I can’t look into her eyes, man, all I see is lies (Liеs)
That jawn out with the AR-sticks, b*tch, you might as well comply
b*tch, I know I’m too damn sick, b*tch, I know I’m too damn fly (Fly)
b*tch, I know I’m too damn sick, b*tch, I know I’m too damn hot (Hot)
b*tch, I hop out with them bands (Bands)
Pеrc-30 in my hand
With this ho off a Xan, yeah, she f*ckin’ with my mans
And I’m f*ckin’ with her friend, and her friend f*ck with me too (Ok)
I’ma f*ck her then I dip, no, we cannot pair, Bluetooth (Bow)
I’ma f*ck her then I dip, no, we cannot see it through
b*tch, I know you love this sh*t, b*tch, I know you love the blues (Yeah)
I'on 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 f*ck this sh*t up, who the f*ck brought me into the building (Huh?)
b*tch, I’m finna do some hardcore drugs for the feeling (Let’s go!)
Lil’ b*tch, you think I’m dead but you should know I’m not
I’m Hardrock4L, b*tch, I tee up a notch
I’m the new up-and-comin' n*gga in the spot (Yeah)
I’m comin’ for the money and I’m comin’ for the racks (Racks)
I’m comin’ for yo' b*tch and I’m comin’ for the stacks (Stacks)
I got shooters and killers, you better watch your back (Shooters)
I’m comin’ for the gang, yuh, n*gga, that’s facts
I’m goin’ balistic, I’m goin’ f*ckin’ crazy
I was doing this sh*t but before f*ckin’ fugazi
They not on my level, they can’t even graze me
And I’m spittin’ too fast, n*gga, just like Slim Shady (On god)
Don’t know what I am but I am not a mammal, I had to be something else just like a phantom
I’m tired of this sh*t, I gotta get out Atlanta
I’m tired of these n*ggas up here I can’t stand ‘em
[Chorus]
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)