Ronald "Slim" Williams - Go Hard lyrics

[Verse 1] It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gator seats polar bear floors I faithfully hold to pimp who*es You ate with me and you gon get yours This eight with me that's bullets through doors Got haze in me now I'm so tall Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more And now or later I'm major player I ball right I need an agent player Ay ma you tight you need to page a player That's so tonight you can taste a player I got the burner on the waist if you flinching My sh** turning on 28-inches My sh** burning like 500 plus And this album's a three permer and a clutch [Hook] 24/7 (Yes, sir) I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) Not here [Verse 2] I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain Bang my thing till no more lane remain Use the left lane man cook up the c**aine Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop The Birdman my daddy and we fly south And we don't go to work man we get work out And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought n***as is selling and you should be buying n***as is telling and you should be dying n***as is yelling Cash Money till they k** me C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me [Hook] [Verse 3] You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block I'm out here b**h I got this here on lock Come out here b**h I bet this here gon pop I got ya slick this my year don't knock Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot I never drove factory and I don't own stock I drop that b**h on chrome chops, yeah [Hook till end]