This Beat Hard Lyrics

Let these niggas front on Insta I don't even come outside

And if I do I'm comin back with paper right now that's just my vibe

Mind yo business speak when spoken to that's how you stay alive

Dancing on the work I got to stretch I hope they stay alive

Slide it to the left and give it 2 hops cha cha slide

Let my nuts hang so my underpants not y'all size

Thinkin bout chips u see it in my eyes

I'm getting wise

She got Fetty Wap between her thighs personality dry

Ain't shit going on but blow sales, fuckin, and getting high

I ain't tryna get rich ima do it if not then ima die

Strap my nuts and bow my head I'm talkin to the sky

Ask god to put his arms around me while I hug the block

Them niggas say I ain't working well I say suck a cock

politicking with the pussy bitch you wanna fuck or not

The boys flicked us and I had blow in my fucking sock

Bottle girls adjust they push bras when we come in the spot

And they keep the shots shooting yea we flush a lot

I'm a Real P Rip pun I still crush a lot

Custy waiting on lodge I'm walking up the block

Why sweat a bitch I got more hoes then a pair of crocs

It's funny niggas only got it when the cameras on

Chugging Don Juli out the glass wit my Spanish jawn

Repasado got her trying to fuck me with her pants

Plug said u scared use a spoon but I'm hands on

And leave yo shoes at the door cuz u ain't staying long

Call my nigga act like it's emergency just play along

I'm sick as fuck I missed a call from the jail phone

I ain't tripping I'm a still send him mail though

I see you trapping is you saving up For bail though

Do u got crack coke crumbs on yo scale though

A million cash race I ain't scared to fail though

Louie skully with the Louie leather on my tailbone

Shaving down a point two It look like bath salt

Spill my cup let it dry it look like asphalt

She said you never spending time it's the cash fault

Purple hanging off my cup not my jeans I rip tags off

I always end up fucking raw I rip the mags off

Niggas ain't got no shame run off with my swag and sauce

I thought I had the blue print To make a man a boss

I thought the answer to my problems was a gram of soft

Turns out they want it hard

Been fuckin up this paper Franklin and Andrew got a scar

Can't even pop shit how I wanna cuz I ain't got a car

But just know my time coming as long as I got a jar

Once I hear that's stove ticking the blood rush in my heart

My wrist working like I went to school for culinary arts

This bitch twerking on the crew her nigga mad don't wanna spark

Bape zippy call PETA I'm pulling fin out the shark nigga