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Association
191
Hip-Hop/Rap
Association was released on March 1, 2022 by Hardrock as a part of the album Next!
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AlbumNext!
Release DateMarch 1, 2022
LabelHardrock
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hardrock
Hardrock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hardrock
Hardrock
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
I don't associate with all the lame shit
**** straight cap, ain't affiliated with gang shit
**** straight cap, we ain't on the same shit
Pull up with the mob, pull up and bang shit
Put 'em on the run, **** tried to gang
Put 'em on the run, turned to a stain
Up on exotic, damn my strain (Exotic)
Play with my money, **** yo fault
Spending that money, I like to go ball
Stacking that money, I stack it up tall
When it's time to ride, I know who to call
I put a slimey-ass goon on your head
Clear out the store, bitch we like to pop tags
Up in the function, I'm geekin' on gas
We gon keep it goin', and keep it on track
When I wake up (Wake up)
I go get that pack and bake up (Bake up)
My bitch is a ten with no makeup (Makeup)
On bakery, shit got my cake up (Cake up)
I'm comin' in won't give a heads up (Nah)
Pull up get to sprayin', I'm fed up (Fed up)
You mess with me, ya fucked up (Fucked up)
Ya slide on me, I clutch up (Clutch up)
Ya hatin' on me 'cause I got up (I got up)
I got shooters who wanna see blood (See blood)
Fill my cup up with more dirty mud
Don't you try to act like we was buds (Nah)
They never was fuckin' with us (They never)
Told 'em don't ever count me out (Don't do it)
Never too much, I pay the amount (Amount)
In the mosh we rock out, we shout (Clayco on the beat) (Yeah)
I'm the one and I can come vouch (Let's go, let's go)
I don't associate with all the lame shit
**** straight cap, ain't affiliated with gang shit
**** straight cap, we ain't on the same shit
Pull up with the mob, pull up and bang shit
Put 'em on the run, **** tried to gang
Put 'em on the run, turned to a stain
Up on exotic, damn my strain (Exotic)
Play with my money, **** yo fault
Spending that money, I like to go ball
Stacking that money, I stack it up tall
When it's time to ride, I know who to call
I put a slimey-ass goon on your head
Clear out the store, bitch we like to pop tags
Up in the function, I'm geekin' on gas
We gon keep it goin', and keep it on track
When I wake up (Wake up)
I go get that pack and bake up (Bake up)
My bitch is a ten with no makeup (Makeup)
On bakery, shit got my cake up (Cake up)
I'm comin' in won't give a heads up (Nah)
Pull up get to sprayin', I'm fed up (Fed up)
You mess with me, ya fucked up (Fucked up)
Ya slide on me, I clutch up (Clutch up)
Ya hatin' on me 'cause I got up (I got up)
I got shooters who wanna see blood (See blood)
Fill my cup up with more dirty mud
Don't you try to act like we was buds (Nah)
They never was fuckin' with us (They never)
Told 'em don't ever count me out (Don't do it)
Never too much, I pay the amount (Amount)
In the mosh we rock out, we shout (Clayco on the beat) (Yeah)
I'm the one and I can come vouch
Written by: Hard Rock
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