"Hard" lyrics
Kevin Gates & Mista Cain Lyrics
[Kevin Gates:]
Leave all the talk
I, I used to know his grandmother
I went 'round there to tell her he wouldn't pull his pants up
His grandmother got the house wide open, she one of them goddamn hustlers too
Baby, I wouldn't give a damn if he walked outside naked, I wouldn't give a fuck
Catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-huh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes (Uh-uh)
I said catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-uh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes
In the trap goin' hard, turnin' soft into hard
Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call
Put my life on the line whether dead or in jail
Never subject to tell, affiliated with the mafia for real
Bitch, I grew up in the bricks, ain't talkin' 'bout a unit
My whip a couple bricks, I'm talkin' 'bout them units
Mathematical slammer, got educated in jail
If your label bein' greedy, that label subject to fail
On my knees talkin' to Jesus, I'm havin' troubled affairs
Screamin' BWA, may the shape forever prevail
They say earnings with his charges, the lawyers ain't playin' fair
Spend my budget on recordin' or get him out of the chair?
And my girl just had my daughter and I ain't get to be there
But I can't be like my father who hardly was ever there
If I turn my life around, will my problems leave me alone?
Yellin' free my nigga Lump 'cause you know he finna be home
Red nose, white tail, got a reindeer ringin' my phone
Chiefin' Keefin', Sweets with Keisha, sativas mixed with Patrón
Your girl a diva, she not even, I'm 'bout to pass her to Folly, Gates
Know it's got a name, but I don't know what I could call it, wait
Catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-huh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes (Uh-uh)
I said catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-uh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes
In the trap goin' hard, turnin' soft into hard
Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call
Put my life on the line whether dead or in jail
Never subject to tell, affiliated with the mafia for real
[Mista Cain:]
I put a fifty inside of a glizzy and told the lil' youngin go dizzy (Go stupid)
I put an onion inside of the pot and I watched that bitch turn into liquid (Yeah)
They had saw one of my cars in the city, they thought I was back up to business (Uh)
I don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' I did, so they don't come askin' who did it
Project look like The Wire, we had the trap on the fire
12 come hit a nigga door, we was standin' in that bitch tryna find us somewhere to hide
Folks at the door, let's go (Yeah, let's go), put the whole city on lock
Me and T-Hiz goin' half on a brick, we was fuckin' 'round, tryna put somethin' in the pot
Fuckin' 'round, tryna put somethin' in the box (Yeah), real crack baby, had dope in my sock (Yeah)
Land up in Cali, but we drove to the valley, we was fuckin' 'round, tryna find somewhere to shop (Cain)
Bad bitch with me, what's wrong with these niggas? Niggas always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a thot (Yeah)
Got Mal by the sink, got G by the stove, nigga always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a pot (For real)
[Kevin Gates:]
Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes
Flip her, then go'n, I'll equip her
I hit it with that yeah, make them bitches think it's Christmas
I'm thuggin' like it's legal, me and my nigga Mista
You know I tote them pistols, we call them bitches pistolas
You know that's "gun" in Spanish, I say I go that coca
We say that cocaina, I laugh like a hyena
My bitch named her Christina, I'm talkin' 'bout that cleaner
I ain't talkin' 'bout the cleaner when you talkin' 'bout the cleaners
My niggas'll come and clean you, clock back, watch back, stop that
Hatin'-ass pussy niggas, everybody where the top at
See the Porsche Panamera, drop that, everybody gotta cock back
I ain't talkin' legs, I'm talkin' 'bout the spread
Leave all the talk
I, I used to know his grandmother
I went 'round there to tell her he wouldn't pull his pants up
His grandmother got the house wide open, she one of them goddamn hustlers too
Baby, I wouldn't give a damn if he walked outside naked, I wouldn't give a fuck
Catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-huh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes (Uh-uh)
I said catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-uh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes
In the trap goin' hard, turnin' soft into hard
Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call
Put my life on the line whether dead or in jail
Never subject to tell, affiliated with the mafia for real
Bitch, I grew up in the bricks, ain't talkin' 'bout a unit
My whip a couple bricks, I'm talkin' 'bout them units
Mathematical slammer, got educated in jail
If your label bein' greedy, that label subject to fail
On my knees talkin' to Jesus, I'm havin' troubled affairs
Screamin' BWA, may the shape forever prevail
They say earnings with his charges, the lawyers ain't playin' fair
Spend my budget on recordin' or get him out of the chair?
And my girl just had my daughter and I ain't get to be there
But I can't be like my father who hardly was ever there
If I turn my life around, will my problems leave me alone?
Yellin' free my nigga Lump 'cause you know he finna be home
Red nose, white tail, got a reindeer ringin' my phone
Chiefin' Keefin', Sweets with Keisha, sativas mixed with Patrón
Your girl a diva, she not even, I'm 'bout to pass her to Folly, Gates
Know it's got a name, but I don't know what I could call it, wait
Catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-huh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes (Uh-uh)
I said catch me in the kitchen (Uh-huh), but I ain't water whippin' (Uh-uh)
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes
In the trap goin' hard, turnin' soft into hard
Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call
Put my life on the line whether dead or in jail
Never subject to tell, affiliated with the mafia for real
[Mista Cain:]
I put a fifty inside of a glizzy and told the lil' youngin go dizzy (Go stupid)
I put an onion inside of the pot and I watched that bitch turn into liquid (Yeah)
They had saw one of my cars in the city, they thought I was back up to business (Uh)
I don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' I did, so they don't come askin' who did it
Project look like The Wire, we had the trap on the fire
12 come hit a nigga door, we was standin' in that bitch tryna find us somewhere to hide
Folks at the door, let's go (Yeah, let's go), put the whole city on lock
Me and T-Hiz goin' half on a brick, we was fuckin' 'round, tryna put somethin' in the pot
Fuckin' 'round, tryna put somethin' in the box (Yeah), real crack baby, had dope in my sock (Yeah)
Land up in Cali, but we drove to the valley, we was fuckin' 'round, tryna find somewhere to shop (Cain)
Bad bitch with me, what's wrong with these niggas? Niggas always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a thot (Yeah)
Got Mal by the sink, got G by the stove, nigga always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a pot (For real)
[Kevin Gates:]
Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes
I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin'
I'm cleanin' off the scales (Uh-huh), but I ain't talkin' fishes
Flip her, then go'n, I'll equip her
I hit it with that yeah, make them bitches think it's Christmas
I'm thuggin' like it's legal, me and my nigga Mista
You know I tote them pistols, we call them bitches pistolas
You know that's "gun" in Spanish, I say I go that coca
We say that cocaina, I laugh like a hyena
My bitch named her Christina, I'm talkin' 'bout that cleaner
I ain't talkin' 'bout the cleaner when you talkin' 'bout the cleaners
My niggas'll come and clean you, clock back, watch back, stop that
Hatin'-ass pussy niggas, everybody where the top at
See the Porsche Panamera, drop that, everybody gotta cock back
I ain't talkin' legs, I'm talkin' 'bout the spread
