"Hard Shit" lyrics

"Hard Shit"
(feat. Lil Reese)

[Kid Wonder, Lil Durk & Lil Reese:]
Kid Wonder, did you make this beat?
Gang!
64 hundred on 'em shits
Gang!
Dope
Let's get it!

[Lil Durk:]
Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!)
Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!)
Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!)
My killers wild and they're off drugs (Dope!)
These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!)
My niggas killers, they don't want it

Bro call we takin' doors off (Let's get it!)
Pour a pint and I might doze off (Drag!)
'Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off (Bitch!)
Free my boy DD he like O-Dawg (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
Name ringin' bells my whole family stars (Let's get it!)
Most niggas doin' drills out the family car (Ska-a-a!)
We ain't got no chill, we ain't got no chill (Let's get it!)
Labels gave me Mills I told my killers kill (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
Niggas say they're real but they ain't really real (Bitch!)
Can't trust 'em like we dead and niggas killin' kids (Bitch!)
Smith and Wesson nina, takin' out his dreads (Dope!)
I'm off the drank, I'm off the Percs and they're both meds (Let's get it!)

Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!)
Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!)
Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!)
My killers wild and they're off drugs (Dope!)
These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!)
My niggas killers, they don't want it

[Lil Reese:]
These niggas bitches they don't want it (They don't want it)
A lot of killers put 'em on ya (Put 'em on ya)
My niggas with it you don't want it (You don't want it)
We point the fingers then they're on it (Then they're on it)
Fuck all that talkin' it ain't nothin' (It ain't nothin')
Pull up with choppers get to bustin' (Pull up with choppers get to bustin')
A lot of niggas get to runnin' (A lot of niggas get to runnin')
Watch all yo' niggas get to runnin' (Watch all yo' niggas get to runnin')
Fuck all that talkin', let's get the money (Let's get the money)
Lil Durk he with me yeah that's my brother (Yeah that's my brother)
We ain't lettin' that money come between us (Come between us)
Back then used to ride around in steamers (Ride around in steamers)

[Lil Durk:]
Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!)
Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!)
Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!)
My killers wild and they're off drugs (Dope!)
These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!)
My niggas killers, they don't want it

These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
These niggas bitches, they don't want it (They don't want it)
These niggas snitches, they don't want it (They don't want it)
My niggas killers, they don't want it (They don't want it)
Check a bag and bust the block on 'em (Block on 'em)
Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Bitches costume)
Every Glock bitch we cop drum (We cop drum)
My killers wild and they're off drugs (They're off drugs, they're off drugs, they're off drugs)


Thanks to Kem for correcting these lyrics.
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