SoloLasky - Harder Lyrics

Used to have hoop dreams till I hung out wit shooters
Pop me a pill n go dumb wit dis ruger
Let off a hunnit it split yo medula
Im Fuccin yo bitch gotta piccin n choosin
Im sippin on muddy poe 2 inna faygo
Im smokin on lovely n countin my pesos
You play wit dat gas get hit wit da fuego
I serve ya a pint but its really kayrro
Bag after bag ima get to da guap
Roccout on whoeva till im at da top
Im Hard inna paint im neva gone stop
Wont settle fa less so tht thot bitch got dropped
I kicc da bitch out but she wanted to stay
She wantin da solo but lasky dont play
Get str8 to da money n fulla da pay
Put 3 inna wood n take it to da face
I eva go broke ima piccup dat mask
Dat lean got me slow but dat perc got me fast
It evens da odds in 1st place neva last
I came up from nuttin down bad on my ass
I want me sum benjis big blue like a smurf
Go hard inna yard put my foot onna turf
Yea these real bullets lil nicca not nerf
Dont play wit name lil nicca get murk

Nicca get murk
I walk innis bitch n im smellin like purp
Im smokin on throttle sip lean out da bottle
These bitches they luv me all grabbin my shirt
Lil nicca quit playin put chu inna hurst
Im roccin givenchy they roccin yo shirt
I kno she on go by da way dat she flirt
She eatin dat dicc like a snacc fa a purse

She eating dat dicc like a snacc
I fucc onnat hoe wit no feelins attached
Lil nicca you broke I can see why you mad
My diamonds dey drippin like piss n it splash
I had to get up n go get to da bag
My nicca he shootin im swervin thru traf
I pop me a perc n dont kno how to act
I load up da clip grab da mask hit a agg

Member robin dem niccas fa dat cash
Hopped inna porshe did da race on dey ass
My niccas we ruthless dont getcha ass wacced
Lil nicca you pussy I see dat you cap
16 goin hard onna throne
Plug sent da pacc say he need notha load
Self made nicca do whatchu told
Caught a case but I swear ian fold

Fucc 12 yea dese craccers dey want me
Did it myself yea stood by my lonely
If you want prollems you kno dat I got em
Oooh shit spot em got em who shot em
Creep in yo bushes all blacc like a shadow
Carbon on me n it blow like a whistle
Getcha wiped off lil nicca needa tissue
If I see you yea I swear i wont miss you
Takeoff like rockets we aimin wit missiles
Get filled wit led lil nicca no pencil
Eat on dat dicc if dat hoe on ha menstrual
Im smokin on throttle is up in my mental

On ganngggg
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