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lil trevo – go hard lyrics

[intro]
(gold chains n-gg-)

[chorus: lil trevo]
everyday i take a chance, i gotta get what i can (i gotta get what i can)
gotta go hard for the gang, i got dogs in the pen (got dogs up there)
we ain’t picking no sides, we either out or in (picking no sides)
i rather pour me a four, they rather pour up the hen (flood)
everyday i take a chance, i gotta get what i can (i gotta get what i can)
gotta go hard for the gang, i got dogs in the pen (got dogs up there)
we ain’t picking no sides, we either out or in (ain’t picking no sides)
i rather pour me a four, they rather pour up the hen (flood, flood)

[verse 1: lil trevo]
ain’t no ridin’ with mula, pieces flooded, we just left the jeweler
one five to the east side, and i got some brothers down in the bermuda (esskeet-t)
these n-gg-s ain’t shootin’ (on god), pick up the stick time and to use it (let’s go)
i put my pain and heart in the music (uh), f-ck n-gg- try to be the one to use it (let’s go)
i got g-star in my denim, i don’t rock no balmain’s (don’t do it)
having ranking, having stain, when i step up in the bane (big racks)
drip on the low, the hundreds on the plane (huh)
then gave a couple thousand to my mane (on god)
i keep all my hoes in the lane (let’s go)
so when it’s time, they gon’ up and aim (no time)
young n-gg-s stay down, i ain’t never had to ask a n-gg- for a thing (i won’t)
i remember early days, remember late nights, we were robbing n-gg-s for a chain (on god)
young n-gg- loaded up, unload it fully, ain’t gotta apply it outside the brain (a lot)
and all these percocets in this drink, young n-gg- really can’t even think (but i don’t even drink)

[verse 2: sosmula]
maison poppin’ percy, yellow sleezy, he a dirty fellow (sleezy!)
gripping on the dirty metal, hit the gas, dirty swell up
sh-tting on n-gg-s, got the bubble guts, pour 1k in my double cup
swiss cheese, blast through the muscle-up
pump make him jump like it’s double dutch
i cannot be no b-tch n-gg-, i cannot be no snitch n-gg-
i just be that rich n-gg-, pockets be on six figures
heard you want be my bottom, b-tch
’cause you walk on blood red-bottoms, b-tch
latexes like a condom, b-tch
shoot that n-gg-, yeah, we got him, b-tch (rrah)

- lil trevo lyrics

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