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tmt2x - go hard lyrics

[intro: tmt2x]
come on, man, turn me up
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse 1: tmt2x]
locked in with lil e, tryna get these words sellin’
dope is so motherf+ckin’ strong, got the whole block smellin’
i ain’t doin feats for free no more, i’ma start selling
workin’ with midget mac is ’bout to be a great blessing
give me all the cheese, my— hold on
give me all the f+ckin’ blue cheese, ’cause f+ck the dressing
country n+gga, you better hit my phone before i run out of service
b+tch wasn’t tryna suck d+ck, i picked up on her purposе
trap n+gga, i’m worth a lot, but you n+ggas worthless
you n+ggas need to get out the trap, it’s just not workin’
try to spark my blunt whilе i’m drivin’, i’m motherf+ckin’ swervin’
n+gga usin’ big words in his rap, i’m sophisticated
gettin’ up for school every day, my teachers made me hate it
like i got the worms on me, i got you b+tches baited
like i’m in school, the white people got my gun confiscated
grindin’ on the beat with lil e, i gotta go hard
grill shinin’ all in my mouth, they go so hard
jokin’ on a n+gga in front of his b+tch, i pull his ho card
why you askin’ opp+ass questions like you nardwuar?
put so many bullets in his car, he not goin’ far
i can’t go out, i’m the type of n+gga to shoot up the whole bar
n+gga smellin’, lookin’ at the weed, he an eighthy tester
since you playin’ ’bout my time, gotta tax you for that gesture
when you shoppin’ with tmt, you gotta come with the cheddar
[verse 2: grindhard e]
pourin’ out the pint on my— alright, yeah
pourin’ out the pint, don’t know how many lines i just poured ’cause i don’t never measure
unc’ tryna cut the bird up, but i just plucked its feathers
gave jack a tester, when he came back to shop, he brung jane and heather
i got a colombian— ah, f+ck
i got a mexican connect, let me call up hector
try to run off, get your head cut off and sent back with a letter
he don’t speak english, so when i go and re+up, i only text him letters
all you see is “e,” “b,” and “p” if you look in the messages
if we get jammed up, then the money talk, we ain’t never tellin’
we don’t sit long, lawyers beat the cases, we ain’t never jailin’
it’s a hard decision which heat to pick, the sig or the heckler
bro on his phone gettin’ blocks off, look like he playin’ tetris
scr+ped the pot with the fork twice, let auntie keep the extras
if i ever gave a front out, i made ’em pay me extra
i’m lookin’ for some drank today, let me call up debra

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