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j hard – major lyrics

(intro)

(beat)

hook jhard
i’m stuck in the trap just serving and working, tryna stack this paper
jump out spin him like a major
or slice him up with my razor
can’t show no love to a faker
kick back or you will be in danger
i won’t sell no sh+t to a stranger
i swear the plug’s my f+ckin saviour
i’m tryna cop a block with a laser
this big ones tucked under my blazer
i’ll send you to our f+ckin maker
move food around like i’m a waiter
but i ain’t servin’ at no cater

(beat)

verse 1 mosk
i just smoked this spliff in piece
eat these bricks and go to sleep
you’re ten toes down, i’m in too deep
bp have a geez with a broken cleave
got gc gs that will make you bleed
cold in thе 8 with the bayside breeze
bro’s lockеd in a cage, wanna see them freed
hopscotch on a opp, wanna see them wheeze
run it up for my team with a 8 on my back like burgess
2 hands on the bread like burgers
cuhz i swear to god they ain’t workin’
pour that double cup and i’m swervin’
they can’t talk to me about work
in too deep my hands in the dirt
if i call bp he’s makin’ it first
bayside reppin’
i need no weapon
but if they’re keen for beef then i’m dicin’
they ain’t keen for beef, they are frightened
my g keeps the piece in the triton
verse 2 jhard
i’m stuck in the trap just serving and working, tryna stack this paper
jump out spin him like a major
or slice him up with my razor
can’t show no love to a faker
kick back or you will be in danger
when sh+t pops off in the bay
gunshots clap and they go your way
pumpin’ earns we do it for the pay
f+ck around get left on your face
don’t trip up and stumble
[?] act and get left in a puddle
all my bros will rumble
if you f+ck around with our hustle

(beat)

verse 3 ramo
i’m out tryna stack this paper, like a banker
bree up and move it
trap line’s boomin’ trap line’s popping
buck me a youte for the 2 start choppin’ (ching)
leg shot hoppin’ , heads i’m stompin’
in the 8 we call that boppin’ (mm)
bad b wanna whine and [?]
the [?] long so i can’t do boppin’
free d2 he got birded off (he did)
cause my bro can murder opp (uh)
free lil k, man i love my squad
jump out the bus up
we doin’ up fortnite
it’s worn out when you come to the northside
i swear anywhere in the 45 you poor guys ain’t done no cheffings
come to beef up me and my bredrins
(beat)

(outro)

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