Harden

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Choppa with a side-kick, shoot like Harden Bullets so big trying to make a car flip Every time I hit, trying to make her forfeit She wanna french kiss, cause I'm riding foreigns [Verse 1: OHGEESY] Sellin' bags til I get a bag You wouldn't understand Get a brick, bring it down to grams And flip it with my mans I just copped a thizzle xans I done sold it to my fans In the trap im baggin up the cocaine Way in sand Molly, Wocky, Quali, Prolly In the crib with a bitch shaking ass like its Folley's All you niggas is pretend Me n' my niggas get it in Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin Hella wave, we the wave These my brothers, not my friends Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] They got all the questions I ain't got the answers Niggas want smoke, fuck it, Imma give em' cancer Choppas like amanda Turn him to a dancer Chase him with the F&N And he gon' need a pamper Niggas on some fuck shit, but ain't gon never gonna bust shit How I'm supposed to trust these niggas I don't know what trust is Same niggas I fuck with Niggas that I bust with Why we let this bitch up in the spot if she don't suck dick Robbie boy you Vicious, you so vicious like the Devil I walk round' with two metals These niggas tryna test me, get it poppin' like some kettle Pour a four so I feel better These niggas want some war, then its whatever [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Choppa with a side-kick, shoot like Harden Bullets so big trying to make a call flip Every time I hit, trying to make her forfeit She wanna french kiss, cause I'm riding foreigns [Verse 3: Yhung T.O.] Twenty in my pants, baby watch me do my dance Forty in my hand, leave a nigga where he stand I be counting bands, sorry I can't be your man All up in my pants, you ain't hearing what I'm saying Fuck me in her house, fuck me in the car Top me in the whip, ride me like a harley Fuck me till I'm sleep, wake me up up in the morning Cookin' for the boy with no clothes on in the morning I'm the man round' my hood Slide, you know its good Put yo' bags up in the trunk but my trunk is in my hood I'm a thug until I die, wouldn't change it if I could Hunnid bands, won't stop raining with my hood (Yeah) Baby fuck me good, fuck me good My heart got so much pain, I'm so misunderstood Forty on my hip, wish a nigga would We want all the smoke, smoke a nigga like a wood [Verse 4: Fenix Flexin] We want all the smoke, smoke a nigga like a wood She think I fell in love, I think that bitch misunderstood Bussin' off a molly, riding round I'm making jugs Designer on my body, I'm that nigga with the plugs Raf Simons, Gucci Denims, I got rackies in 'em Ksubi Jeans, you know I'm movin' with the packies in 'em UPS, I ship it out, I got the packies in 'em Fenix Flexin, on yo' bitch, I'm in designer denim Balmains, Cocaine Sippin dirty, all my cups filled with stains Niggas talkin all that beef, ain't with a thang We gon' pull up, we gon slide, and let it bang