2 The Hard Way

[Intro: Lil Baby]

Gambling in the hallway

Shootouts in broad day

But I gotta make it home tonight

With my dog if he wrong or right

This that foul play

This that two the hard way

This that two the hard way

This that two the hard way

[Chorus: Marlo & Lil Baby]

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla

I take care my niggas down the road man, I fuckin' miss 'em

A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star nigga

The ninth ward god

The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys

Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy

Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard

Tryna stay above the odds

Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]

Them youngins ain't gon' play about the kid, nah for real

I know if I send the word they gon' kill off the rip

They know they catch up big, Lil Baby I keep it real

I'm tellin' you how it is, nigga fuck how you feel

I was in the trenches with three grams of blow

Soon as I get off this, I'm goin' to buy some more

Lose it all gambling and be dead broke

All I had was hope, now we gettin' them loads

[Chorus: Marlo & Lil Baby]

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla

I take care my niggas down the road man, I fuckin' miss 'em

A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star nigga

The ninth ward god

The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys

Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy

Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hardTryna stay above the odds

Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Marlo]

Push your lighter bun, get your wig split

Shoot and don't miss, a hundred racks will get your whole fam hit

Do it for my niggas down the road, they got some long beef

For the fact that they ain't never comin' home, be on that fuck shit

Green Dots and J-Pay and PayPal, they gotta eat

I'm a young OG man, shit I get it every week

Ten toes on my feet, I won't fold

If I never sell a record or a song

In the trap I went gold

[Chorus: Marlo & Lil Baby]

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla

I take care my niggas down the road man, I fuckin' miss 'em

A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star nigga

The ninth ward god

The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys

Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy

Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard

Tryna stay above the odds

Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah