Top Songs By Hardo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hardo
Performer
G.T.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hardo
Songwriter
G.T.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Banger
Producer
Stvii B
Mastering Engineer
Larrence Miller
Engineer
Lyrics
Aint met the plug but he went half with me
I miss my dawg he got his last laugh with me
Want us to win but there's still curse with me
The quickest ways to die is your whole city
One car is the most yeah I spent thousands on ..
Yeah my number so right you think I got it off post
Had 1118 guala swear I got it off promotions
Even tried to go to college but the streets the road I chose
Streets dont know but yeah it took my soul
Theres beef around me that wanna take some more
Yeah its a challenge you tryna shake that road
Tryna still write but damn he hit that pole
Hit with it I mean
His ... they ain't find out til it hit the screen
His mama breaking down she crying when she hit the scene
... brought me out a new killing ... when it was green
She have groupies she won't hit the team
Never had no groupie bitch I started in them foreign things
Gotta get over small things
Yeah I be talking big boss these **** small change
Choppa hit for long range
Just as long as we get to kill them where they hiding
Real gangsters play the quiet game
Yeah its so many rats among us casue them people hide names
Real killers play them quiet games
I done fell ...my savage having side pains
Have bricks and sold some gas for side change
Lil bro he scoring every game he having fire range
Its crazy that you die in lane
That choppa hit you in your chest you feel that fire flame
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Its safe to say these streets dead these **** will tell on their main mans
I don't know why jail ain't that bad
**** be hoes that shit sad
I just be sitting back thinking tryna make me a hunnid a weekend
So many innocent bodies **** missing they shot cause they blinking
Damn I paid the cost to be the boss
This shit ain't cheap boy knock it off
If you play tough we knock you off
Teach you a lesson give you a loss
Bro he a reaper he don't even talk
Walk you down broad day or dark
I heard they hit you up from close range
Got caught and ain't say no names
Got out in like four days
We specialize in moving whole thangs
Shout out to that road lane
Millions off the dope game
Aint met the plug but he went half with me
I miss my dawg he got his last laugh with me
Want us to win but there's still curse with me
The quickest ways to die is your whole city
Written by: G.T., Hardo