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Hardrock



[Intro]
Ugh
(Vanguard)
(Slatty)

[Refrain]
They know I was on my punkstar sh*t (Punk)
Had to show them I could do this sh*t
They know I was on my rockstar sh*t (Rockstar sh*t)
Had to show them I could do this sh*t
n*ggas worried about me, get off my di*k
Pull up on ya' block, just bust the sh*t (Brrt)
Real f*ckin' demon-demon timin' (Demon)
I don't need nobody co-signing (No)
n*ggas steady talking, I'm just grindin' (Grindin')
b*tch I'm seeing dollars, dollars flyin' (Dollas')
It's a new n*gga in the game (Yeah)
And he going hard in the paint (The paint)
All these lil' b*tches know the name (The name)
Do it for the fun and not the fame (Yeah)
Rockin' overseas drip, b*tch, I think this sh*t came out of Tokyo and sh*t
Youngin' with the passport, b*tch, I'm finna go to f*ckin' Tokyo and sh*t
That b*tch was just beggin' for it, she got mad when I f*cking left her ass and sh*t
Remember them n*ggas who tried set me up, but you know I ain't going for that sh*t

[Chorus]
Skulls on my chain
Rockin' Helmut Lang, this is just top tier sh*t
Always act the same, I ain't never change even when I win I'm on rap sh*t
Every time they talk, I know they on cap sh*t
Real sticky issue, I call my slatt b*tch
Elementary, I was rockin' all black b*tch
Slime don, I got goons, they blatt sh*t (Blatt)
She throwin' it at me like pitch
I'm a real deal money makin' f*cking mitch
It's expensive, come check out the stitch (Stitch)
And the zippers is all black on that b*tch
b*tch, Imma rock out just like Kiss
No fakin', lil' b*tch this is legit
I ain't never seen my shooter, miss
These n*ggas waiting on me to miss
It ain't never gon' happen tho (Never)
I'd be dead and gone fo' sho' (Yeah)
Yeah, I be geeked gone fasho' (Geeked)
I put it all on my folks (My folks)
I don't be making no jokes (No jokes)
I gotta make this sh*t go (Go)
Momma told me I'm a blow (Yeah)
[Refrain]
They know I was on my punkstar sh*t (Ye-yeah)
Had to show them I could do this sh*t
They know I was on my rockstar sh*t (Yeah)
Had to show them I could do this sh*t
n*ggas worried about me, get off my di*k
Pull up on ya' block, just bust the sh*t (Brrt)
Real f*ckin' demon-demon timin' (Demon)
I don't need nobody co-signing (No)
n*ggas steady talking, I'm just grindin' (Grindin')
b*tch I'm seeing dollars, dollars flyin' (Dollas')
It's a new n*gga in the game (Yeah)
And he going hard in the paint (Yeah)
All these lil' b*tches know the name (The name)
Do it for the fun and not the fame (Let's go)
Rockin' overseas drip, b*tch, I think this sh*t came out of Tokyo and sh*t
Youngin' with the passport, b*tch, I'm finna go to f*ckin' Tokyo and sh*t (Go)
That b*tch was just beggin' for it, she got mad when I f*cking left her ass and sh*t
Remember them n*ggas who tried set me up, but you know I ain't going for that sh*t

[Chorus]
Skulls on my chain
Rockin' Helmut Lang, this is just top tier sh*t
Always act the same, I ain't never change even when I win I'm on rap sh*t
Every time they talk, I know they on cap sh*t
Real sticky issue, I call my slatt b*tch
Elementary, I was rockin' all black b*tch
Slime don, I got goons, they blatt sh*t
She throwin' it at me like pitch (Pitch)
I'm a real deal money makin' f*cking mitch
It's expensive, come check out the stitch (Stitch)
And the zippers is all black on that b*tch
b*tch, Imma rock out just like Kiss
No fakin', lil' b*tch this is legit
I ain't never seen my shooter, miss
These n*ggas waiting on me to miss
It ain't never gon' happen tho
[Outro]
(FlyGuy, this sh*t crazy!)
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