Hardo - Cut Throat lyrics

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Hardo - Cut Throat lyrics

Ain't nothin changed woadie (nope) Ive been trying chill, (chillen out) I got my change up Now i ain't gotta k** But f** sending n***as They f** around and squeal (might rat) I'm coming by myself Right in where you live (ya crib) Im runnin right down why you with your kids, (f** it) You gotta go n***a And thats just what it is (damn) Cut throat n***a Get it how you live (to the bone) I hang with all k**as Down to bust a head (higlet) n***a im street smart (roacho) Couple brick runners Im still the same hard From '06 summer ('member me?) Remember back then I was a young gunner (gettin in smackin) Shootin up everything Tweaking for a murder (i got a body) f** is on your mind? You know what im bout (ho n***a) Catch you at the club While they lettin out(at the trap) Keep a mask and gloves Can't point me out (wasn't me) Im really into sh** And you just run ya mouth (just talkin) Trapped in them checks I ain't like that (these hills) Went and grabbed my strap (2 minutes) Came right back Hit a n***a up Had n slain that I was young as f** Pushing brains back (like 13) Im a natural k**a I dont need pill (nope) Go ahead, act gorilla My banana feel If rap dont turn i got bricks I dont need a deal (trappn) Gettin money f** a b**h im tryin reach a mill (MOB) Runnin straight through the D No football drill (bricks) To all my n***as rest in peace Lost in these fields (green haze) Over them phones, stay brief Them sh**s be tapped for real (huuhh) Im in these streets so deep Watch my back for real (amen) n***as gettin indited And they still out (damn) The hood still f**in with em What these streets really bout (n***as trippin) In 19 years I done seen it all (young n***a) Ho n***as turnin men Real n***as gettin soft (sh**s wild) n***as thinkin they friends n***as gettin offed (f** that) I done payed my dues Now its my time to floss (bling) All these diamonds n***a Livin like a boss (bling) Go head snatch my chain Worth your funeral cost (swap it out) Old heads hatin Cause we run the streets (ho n***a) I ain't stressin n***a Im all about the beef (im bout that) Im a ride out Until im 6 feet (RIP) And we gon slide out All through your back streets (there go his crib) Imma keep ridin Like i ain't heard of bricks (caint stop) n***as gon keep dying We up the murder rate This is my life Real n***as relate (my life) Keep a small circle Cause n***as is snakes HARDO (whaddup n***a hardo b**h! allota you n***as be talkin that sh** n***a i ain't owe none of yall n***as Nothin when i was to the grit wasn't none of yall hittin my line then now a n***a gettin money now you n***as wanna hit me up f** yall n***a thats why i get my jack changed all the time n***a paygo clique traptastic n***a)