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Hard (Explicit) - Kevin Gates/Mista Cain
Lyrics by：Kevin Gates
Composed by：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
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
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
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
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
