Hard - Kevin Gates & Mista Cain: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Kevin Gates & Mista Cain

Hard

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Hip-Hop

Hard adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Run It Up Records tarafından 15 Mayıs 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıLost Files - The Collection

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümLost Files - The Collection

Çıkış Tarihi15 Mayıs 2026

FirmaRun It Up Records

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM71

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kevin Gates

Performer

Mista Cain

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Gates

Lyrics

Gradon Jay Lee

Composer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

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

Baby, I wouldn't give a damn if he walked outside naked, I wouldn't give a fuck

[Chorus]

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

**** 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

[Verse 1]

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 **** 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

[Chorus]

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

**** 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

[Verse 2]

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 **** 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 ****? **** always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a thot (Yeah)

Got Mal by the sink, got G by the stove, **** always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a pot (For real)

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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 **** 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 ****'ll come and clean you, clock back, watch back, stop that

Hatin'-ass pussy ****, 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

Written by: Gradon Jay Lee, Kevin Gates

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