[Intro]
Haha (Haha)
Ohhh, It's one of those
Ohhh, it's really one of those, (ohhh)
Ayy, bad bitch come my way, hey
Fuck her every day, (ohhh)
Run up on me, you die, (huh)
Hand on my forty-five, bitch
I been poppin' Xans, (huh)
I been feelin' lifeless
Lookin' at my main—ooh, that's my side bitch
Ride it like a motorbike, text her like a side-kick, hey
Choppa on me, got a side-kick, (huh)
[Verse 1]
I just made love with my side bitch, (huh)
Shawty did a molly and she like it, (huh)
She gon' ride me on a dirt bike shit, (ayy)
Hey, don't wanna fuck, the bitch can skate
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Woke up the morning, I got some more money today
L-M-A-O these niggas lookin' funny today, (huh)
You keep it ten, well, I keep it a hundred today, (huh)
Got a hundred-round drum hangin' out the Hummer today, (huh)
I just wanna get paid, I just wanna get laid, (huh)
Ayy, they just wanna play games, we can play
But I better come in first place
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, try me if you want, lil' nigga
Oh, oh, forty on me, my gun look bigger
[Chorus]
Hard work, hard work, hard work, uh, hard work
I got green like I'm doing yard work
Trap house make the whole world twerk
Shawty mean yeah, she a real jerk
It's gon' take some hard work, hard work
Get the green like I'm doing yard work
All you take is L's, you're a fucking loser, (huh)
You should try harder
[Verse 2]
Hard work, I'm working hard
I throw a band, yeah, she twerking hard
We finna jump ya, we stomp the yard
I got a Desert Eagle to tear you apart
Grave shift, grave shift
I'm a killer, got killers in training
Hit the strip, you know I got it raining
Heavy metal, you know I got stainless
Shoot you in your brain, it's painless, (uh)
Mama mad, she see all these pictures I be painting
I'm tryna get a mansion mama, no complaining
[Chorus]
It's gon' take some hard work, hard work
I got green like I'm doing yard work
With the trap, make the whole world twerk, yeah
She a mean one, a real jerk
It's gon' take some hard work, hard work
I got green like I'm doing yard work
Shawty mean, she a real, real jerk
Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 3]
I've been working hard since Monday
I've been getting high since Sunday
Will I get rich here one day?
Run up on me, that's gunplay
I need that cash, Beyoncé
I need that ass, Beyoncé
Run up on me, I'm shooting, (huh)
My hand on my Ruger, (huh)
I cannot fuck with a loser, (huh)
I take a shit on a loser, (huh)
Look at your bitch, she a chooser
My clippers look like a ruler
Niggas, they beef on computer
I'd do the same shit if I was you
But I'm never you
[Verse 4]
Drop top, pull up on avenue
Fucking on your thot, that's what I do
Fuck her one time, then I pass the bitch back to the crew
Oh, oh, ayy
Oh, it's weed? There's weed in the air? Haha
Hold on—hey
[Hook]
Hard work, hard work
She be playing hard, now my heart hurt
You be taking L's, you's a loser
Niggas still beefing on computers, acting like it's hard work
Ayy, hard work
I've been working hard till my heart hurt
She been playing hard, now my heart hurt
Ayy, but it could be worse, hard work
[Bridge]
Got too high on a Monday
Run up on me, it's gunplay
You know I'm hot like the sun-ayy
You know I'm hot like the sun-ayy
You ain't really getting no money
You ain't really getting no money
I know I got hard, you can't take that from me
All of my niggas on dummy
All of my niggas on dummy
You know I got hard, you can't take it from me
All of my niggas on dummy
[Verse 5]
In the cut, zooted up
Pop a Xan yeah, booted up, hey, oh
Heart hurt, heart hurt
She be playing hard, now my heart hurt
Say she love me hard, love her harder
I've been taking drugs till my heart hurt
Yeah, she make my heart hurt, heart hurt
Maybe I should play it smarter
Taking xans till my heart hurt
She told me that she loved me first
Now my heart hurt, she broke my heart
Perc and Xans, tryna tear myself apart
Off them Xans, I don't even know where I am
Ballin' out like Vince Carter yet again
[Verse 6]
I've been ballin' harder, harder
Uh, Maybe I should play it smarter
Uh, Money, drugs, hoes, in that order
Uh, I'm losing my order, hey
Where yalll finna go? Hard work
Gas station finna get some L?
Ayy Ayy Ayy
Hard work
Haha
[Verse 7]
She right on my right
Ayy, bad bitch in my right
I make it in sight
You run, you can't hide
Every day I get high
Pull up on a nigga, drive by, (huh)
Whole team eat, Five Guys, (huh)
Shoot a pussy nigga nine times, (huh)
Only took a nigga one try, (huh)
Run up on me, shit fly, (huh)
Run up on me, you die, (huh)
Make your mama cry, leave a nigga traumatized
[Verse 8]
Yeah, I do it, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Skrrt, uh
I fuck your bitch and you know she gon' do it
All on the curb
All of my niggas, you know that they shoot it
Oh, I'm waving on this bitch, haha
Know that they shoot it
Yeah, you know what we doin'
Uh-hey, I'm making this music
Hey, fucking your bitch 'cause it ain't nothing to it
[Verse 9]
Run up on me, I shoot you like a goofy
She finna pop me like she pop a roofie, hey
Clip on my hip, I may make me a movie, hey
Uh, Bitch, I'm a rockstar, (huh)
Shoot at a cop car, (huh)
I got the Xan bars
Baby, I'm on Mars, (huh)
Only took two bars, (huh)
Then I took two bars, (huh)
I took it too far, (huh)
[Hook 2]
Ayy, She broke my heart
She tear me apart
But she know I'm going hard, hey
She know I'm going hard, hey
I told her play her part
Do it from the start
Stay out my way, hey
All I could say, hey
Took too many Xans, now my heart hurt
Got a lot of fans, that's from hard work
[Verse 10]
They know I get that green just like yard work
Huh, Yeah, I got a yard work
Your nigga a loser
I caught him beefing on computers
If I was you, I wouldn't love him either
Huh, Forty on me, hot, that's a fever
Make his heart hurt, heart hurt
That's what I offer
That shit suicidal, (uhh, ohhh)
[Hook 3]
Heart hurt, heart hurt
I've been taking Xans till my heart hurt
Got a lot of fans, that's from hard work, hey
That's from hard work, ayy
[Verse 11]
She broke my heart
She know I'm going hard
Broke my heart
You know she left me scarred
Torn apart, hey
You know it wasn't that hard, hey
She broke my heart
She know I'm going hard
She left me torn apart from the start, hey
She know it wasn't that hard, hey
[Chorus]
Hard work, hard work
I got green like I'm doing yard work
Shorty mean, yeah, she a real jerk
She got good brain, yeah, she a real nerd
Hard work, hard work
Crack pot make the whole trap twerk
Run up on me, best believe you gettin' murked
New hearse, clip look like a ruler
School 'em like a schooler, maybe even a tutor
They beef on computers, can't hang with these losers
They a bunch of cloners
Get my flow back, they a bunch of loners
Forty on me, this not no boner
[Verse 12]
Heartbreak
Popping Xans until my heart ache
Blow your candles out, it's not my birthday
I'm on the scene, Glock with a beam, AK, (ayy)
Hold up, (ayy)
I fuck that bitch, then I skate (huh), skate, (huh), skate
Ain't talking money, the fuck out my way, (huh), way, (huh)
She thought she was gonna break my heart today, (huh, ayy, huh)
She know I be going so hard today, (huh, ayy)
[Verse 13]
Woke up in the morning, had to go and fix my plate, (huh)
Fuck nigga hating on me
So you know I had to go buy a new AK, (huh, ayy, hey)
Keep three K like I'm Andre, (huh, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Don't got no problem with me, (huh)
Niggas, they call the police, (huh)
Niggas, they act like police, (huh)
Get the fuck away from me, (huh)
You ain't talking about the cash, don't got shit to say to me, (huh)
[Verse 14]
Run up on me, I'ma blast, I keep that .40 on me
I'ma fuck a bad bitch all night
We gon' make love 'til the sunshine
Tony Hawk, bitch, I'm on my grind
Ball on these hoes like prime time
Pull up on the scene with a Glock Nine
Know some niggas throwing up gang signs
Surf on your bitch like hang time
Nigga you ain't fly, you hang glide, (ayy, ayy)
[Verse 15]
Run up on a nigga, it's bang time, (ayy, huh, ayy)
Got a new .40, put it on the lifeline, (ayy)
I keep that .40 on me, yeah
I just be smoking the gas, (huh)
These niggas running on E, (hmm)
I up that .40, these niggas be running from me
They running from me, (huh, ayy)
[Verse 16]
I do not chase, I just hop in that Hummer and beat
My heart hurt, heart hurt
She be playing hard, now my heart hurt
I been popping Xans tryna escape her
She be handing L's, I'm a loser
Yeah, she got my heart hurt, heart hurt
Maybe I should love her harder
Maybe I'll be thinking smarter
She balling like Vince Carter
Yeah she made my heart hurt
[Verse 17]
Her Gucci fresh to death, yeah
Versace make her feel herself, yeah
She don't need nobody else, yeah
She took my heart and then she put it on her shelf, yeah
Hell yeah, fucking right
Best believe I be fucking every night
Throw a band just to make her pussy right
Run up with that chopper, know that you gon' die
[Hook 4]
Heart hurt
Maybe I should love her harder
Maybe I should play it smarter
Heart hurt, heart hurt
She been playing hard, now my heart hurt
I been taking Xans 'til my heart hurt
Maybe I should love her harder
Heart hurt, heart hurt
Girl playing hard, now my heart hurt
She been taking Xans 'til her heart hurt
Harder
[Verse 18]
(?), Pull up on him, we like, oh-oh
Fucking that bitch, she like it
Checking that shit like Nike
Raf Simons on me too pricey, ooh, ooh
Fucking your bitch, she like it, ooh, ooh
Raf Simons on me too pricey
Check her pussy, nigga like Nike
She wanna fuck in my Nikes
Told her I love her psyche
Told her I love her psyche, ooh
[Verse 19]
I'm finna hop in the booth
I fuck that bitch with a deuce
I pour a four in a deuce, huh
I pop a Xans and a few, huh
I fuck your bitch in the room
Animated cartoons, huh
Sent a nigga carpool, huh
Way back in high school, hey
I may pull up in your driveway
Run up on me, you gon' die, ayy
My brother got forty-five, ayy
Uh, I fuck that bitch for the night, huh
I go to London to fly, huh
Run up on me, then you die, hey
[Bridge 2]
We do it, do it, do it, do it
Lost at sea in the lighthouse
Who gon' shine when the light out?
Pie whip it dirty, no Lysol
Run up on me, you will die y'all
I don't even need no rifle
You fuck niggas suicidal
[Verse 20]
And everyone wanna die
Until they end up fucking dying
So you don't really know what life is
I've been feeling lifeless
Got my .40 on me, be prepared to die, bitch
I've been getting higher, getting higher
You don't got the torch how, so who is finna pass the fire?
[Verse 21]
I'm in the cut, zooted up
Took a Xan, yeah, booted up
Your money just like my heart, broke as fuck
You know if she want the dick, I'm pulling up
Zooted up, booted up
You smell gas, you know it's us
Do the dash, know it's us
Run up, blast, you know what's up
[Verse 22]
I'm in the cut, listening to Indacut
Let's get cutty, yeah
I get money, yeah
I'm on dummy, yeah
Yeah I run it
I'm gunning, balling like the OKC thunder
Fuck that bitch, she ain't even have to see money
You was just a wannabe dummy
I keep that shit one hundred
I know niggas that keep that shit three hundred, hey
[Verse 23]
Run up on me, you won't live to see another day
I get so damn high that I can't see straight
Hey, I'm zooted up, booted up
McMillian and Bailey up in the cut
Who is that? Don't worry about that
I'm in the cut, I got a MAC, loaded up, loaded up
When I sign that record deal, I'm blowin' up
Look at my money, I count it, I count it
I'm rich as fuck
Wait, I'm not rich enough
[Verse 24]
What's my name? They call me Juice
I make money, I make music, I make moves
Fuck that bitch, I need some twins, they come in twos
You want smoke, I pull up in your avenue
Like, what's up? You in the cut
Better move around 'fore we shoot it up
Better move around 'fore we move ya
.40 on me, clip look like a ruler, I'm gon' put it to ya
I ain't never been a loser, I choose her
[Verse 25]
Zanny on zeck
Zooted up, booted up
With Mac Miller and that's Bailey in the cut
Who am I? Who are ya?
Huh, I done met a few of ya
I'm zooted up, booted up
Pop a Xan, now I'm not standin' up, huh
I can't stand ya
Dirty soda, codeine in my Fanta
[Verse 26]
Three hoes in my lap, I feel like Santa
Run up on you with that .40 blammer
Ain't no construction worker, I got hammers
Niggas brokeee, MC Hammer!
You a jokeee, you a scammer!
Oh, and I can't stay up
In the cut, I got my burner
Make you dance, huh, Tina Turner, ayy
[Verse 27]
I'm zooted up, booted up
Smell that gas, yeah, you know it's us
We showin' out, we showin' up
Sign that deal, in the Hills blowin' up
I'm zooted up, booted up
Smell that gas yeah, you know it's us
We showin out, we showin' up
Sign that deal, blowin up, zooted up
Foreign bitch, she bad as fuck
And you know she choosin', hey
Winnin', winnin', I ain't never losin', hey
[Verse 28]
AK on me, yeah, I'm loaded up
Then I show up, you get tore up
From the floor up, ballin' on 'em
I'mma hit a little floater, hey
Check me up
Gucci, Louis, Prada, fresh as fuck
You know what's up
Booted, zooted
[Verse 29]
Zooted up, booted up
Pop a Xan, know that I'm not standin' up
Got my yam, it's gon' blam, blam me up
Huh, Dunkin' on 'em, I be jammin' up
Zooted up, booted up
That's your girl? She in the cut
I'm showin' out, I'm showin' up
Sign that deal, in the Hills blowin' up
[Verse 30]
Baby, I'm zooted, I'm never losin'
Your bitch is choosin', look what she doin'
I pop a Xan, I take a few, then I be cruisin'
W, W, W, W, you just be losin'
I'm on top, getting top, that's non-stop
Watch me swerve, do donut, parking lot
I don't drive, really, I just park a lot
'Member ridin' the bus, feel like Rosa Parks a lot, hey
You not 'bout no action, all you do is talk a lot
I need to sit down, I think that I walk a lot
[Outro]
Zooted up, booted up
Showin' out, showin' up
Pop a Xan, now I can't stand up
I go ghost, feel like Danny Phantom
Zooted up, booted up
Pop a Xan, yeah, I can't stand up
You know I got Bailey in the cut
He be goin' crazy in the cut
Like, pour me up, yeah, pour me up
I had three shots, I need four of 'em
I had four shots, need some more of 'em
She like Dora 'cause I be explorin' her
Zooted up, booted up
Smell that gas, yeah, and you know it's us
Showin' out, showin' up
I feel like Osam 'cause I'm blowin' up
Yeah
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