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hardo - cut throat lyrics

ain’t nothin changed woadie (nope)
ive been trying chill, (chillen out)
i got my change up
now i ain’t gotta k!ll
but f-ck sending n-ggas
they f-ck around and squeal (might rat)
i’m coming by myself
right in where you live (ya crib)
im runnin right down why you with your kids, (f-ck it)
you gotta go n-gga
and thats just what it is (d-mn)
cut throat n-gga
get it how you live (to the bone)
i hang with all k!llas
down to bust a head (higlet)
n-gga im street smart (roacho)
couple brick runners
im still the same hard
from ’06 summer (‘member me?)
remember back then
i was a young gunner (gettin in smackin)
shootin up everything
tweaking for a murder (i got a body)
f-ck is on your mind?
you know what im bout (ho n-gga)
catch you at the club
while they lettin out(at the trap)
keep a mask and gloves
can’t point me out (wasn’t me)
im really into sh-t
and you just run ya mouth (just talkin)
trapped in them checks
i ain’t like that (these hills)
went and grabbed my strap (2 minutes)
came right back
hit a n-gga up
had n slain that
i was young as f-ck
pushing brains back (like 13)
im a natural k!lla
i dont need pill (nope)
go ahead, act gorilla
my banana feel
if rap dont turn i got bricks
i dont need a deal (trappn)
gettin money f-ck a b-tch im tryin reach a mill (mob)
runnin straight through the d
no football drill (bricks)
to all my n-ggas rest in peace
lost in these fields (green haze)
over them phones, stay brief
them sh-ts be tapped for real (huuhh)
im in these streets so deep
watch my back for real (amen)
n-ggas gettin indited
and they still out (d-mn)
the hood still f-ckin with em
what these streets really bout (n-ggas trippin)
in 19 years
i done seen it all (young n-gga)
ho n-ggas turnin men
real n-ggas gettin soft (sh-ts wild)
n-ggas thinkin they friends
n-ggas gettin offed (f-ck that)
i done payed my dues
now its my time to floss (bling)
all these diamonds n-gga
livin like a boss (bling)
go head sn-tch my chain
worth your funeral cost (swap it out)
old heads hatin
cause we run the streets (ho n-gga)
i ain’t stressin n-gga
im all about the beef (im bout that)
im a ride out
until im 6 feet (rip)
and we gon slide out
all through your back streets (there go his crib)
imma keep ridin
like i ain’t heard of bricks (caint stop)
n-ggas gon keep dying
we up the murder rate
this is my life
real n-ggas relate (my life)
keep a small circle
cause n-ggas is snakes
hardo

(whaddup n-gga hardo b-tch! allota you n-ggas be talkin that sh-t n-gga i ain’t owe none of yall n-ggas
nothin when i was to the grit wasn’t none of yall hittin my line then now a n-gga gettin money now you n-ggas wanna hit me up f-ck yall n-gga thats why i get my jack changed all the time n-gga paygo clique traptastic n-gga)

- hardo lyrics

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