"THE HARDY BOYZ" lyrics
Baby Smoove & Rocaine Lyrics
My king died
And my brothers died
Barely a year ago
To Leonidas and the brave 300
To victory
Don't know what the fuck to call it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still rich in a recession, yeah, I got the biggest weapons
Ask them boys who played with us, I swear to God they learned they lesson
Got some killers down to die for me just like it's 9/11
You ain't never seen a hundred racks, get off my phone jeffin'
I say, "Where my money, Smokey?" Pull up with that MAC-11
This ain't really no high-speed, I just pulled off and I left 'em
She had spent the night with me, she ain't come home, I think she left him
I can teach a nigga somethin' with these scams like a professor
Every stripper I threw money on remember 'cause I blessed her
She just got out the shower, in her towel tryna wrestle
It's a drought on all the drank, but I get it 'cause I'm special
My house so fuckin' big, when you yell, you hear that echo
This big old Diamondback'll get to sprayin' at your muscle
Every time I hit it, she be sayin', "What you cum for?"
I have my niggas kill him since he thinkin' that he cutthroat
How the fuck you feel? You got a baby by a rat ho
You the type to still hang with him, he a rat, though
Police tryna chase me, they done crashed and broke they XO
Before I started scams, I was servin' out that front door
A nigga say my name, they speak on me with the utmost
Shot three right to his leg, I'm like, "What you tryna run for?"
My house a half a ticket, he think he sweet 'cause he can up roll
I promise if you look and they not me, then bro gon' up pole
It's 10 o'clock, I'm at Revive and you can't come 'cause this bitch closed
And my brothers died
Barely a year ago
To Leonidas and the brave 300
To victory
Don't know what the fuck to call it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still rich in a recession, yeah, I got the biggest weapons
Ask them boys who played with us, I swear to God they learned they lesson
Got some killers down to die for me just like it's 9/11
You ain't never seen a hundred racks, get off my phone jeffin'
I say, "Where my money, Smokey?" Pull up with that MAC-11
This ain't really no high-speed, I just pulled off and I left 'em
She had spent the night with me, she ain't come home, I think she left him
I can teach a nigga somethin' with these scams like a professor
Every stripper I threw money on remember 'cause I blessed her
She just got out the shower, in her towel tryna wrestle
It's a drought on all the drank, but I get it 'cause I'm special
My house so fuckin' big, when you yell, you hear that echo
This big old Diamondback'll get to sprayin' at your muscle
Every time I hit it, she be sayin', "What you cum for?"
I have my niggas kill him since he thinkin' that he cutthroat
How the fuck you feel? You got a baby by a rat ho
You the type to still hang with him, he a rat, though
Police tryna chase me, they done crashed and broke they XO
Before I started scams, I was servin' out that front door
A nigga say my name, they speak on me with the utmost
Shot three right to his leg, I'm like, "What you tryna run for?"
My house a half a ticket, he think he sweet 'cause he can up roll
I promise if you look and they not me, then bro gon' up pole
It's 10 o'clock, I'm at Revive and you can't come 'cause this bitch closed
