[Hook]
I go hard in the muthaf#ckin’ paint n#gg#
Leave you stankin’ n#gg#, what the f#ck you thinkin’ n#gg#?
I won’t die for this sh#t or what the f#ck I say
Front yard broad day with the SK
See Gucci? That’s my muthaf#ckin’ n#gg#
I hang in the Dale with them hit squad killers
Ridin’ real slow bendin’ corners, my n#gg#
[Verse 1]
Gotta main b#tch and gotta mistress (What else?)
A couple girlfriends, I’m so hood rich
Keep my dick hard, and keep me smokin’
You’ll get bills free shorty, no jokin’
Ay what I stand for? Brick Squad
I’mma die for this shorty man I swear to God
In the trap with some killers and some hood n#gg#s
Where you at? Where your trap? You ain’t hood, n#gg#
Keep this sh#t 300, put that sh#t on my hood
Crips f#ckin’ with me, Gs and the Vice Lords
Eses and amigos freestyle off the dome
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
What’s up p#ss# n#gg#? What’s up punk n#gg#?
I got on that n#gg#, make your momma’s momma get ya
Hope you got your killers with ya, hope you got your n#gg#s with ya
Hope your goons ridin’ with ya, they gon’ f#ckin’ miss you, n#gg#
n#gg# with a attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died I said f#ck school
I picked the burner up and I got some marijuana
Two years later screamin’ “Here, Your Honor!”
Glock 9 to SK if you want to beef
Shorty point blank range I put your #ss to sleep
Shorty talk is cheap, so watch what ya say
Broad day in the air like this sh#t is legal
[Hook]
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Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics – Hard In Da Paint