Hard Shit (feat. Joker)

Go Got my boy back On the track Let me give you all the facts Last time we hit the booth was in 09' It's time to shoot this shit up like Columbine Spitting shit better than our last lines We are back, stronger than ever All I gotta say is going down So pull the lever, then we sever arms and legs With our rhymes, sometimes we f*ck up and get tongue-tied Now I'm cracking jokes Does that count You ain't never seen my bank account Creative juices, throwing deuces You are clueless Bud Light, Bud Right, got it straight up out the mud Like trapping up all night Just right, turn this shit into a fist fight Going till we see the light Great minds, simple lines Never know what you'll find Never dull It's my shine Just wait till my time My phone got too many holes in it My pockets got no holes in it Keep a couple racks in my backpack Bust your ass, that's a crack pack Uber driver in my cul-de-sac Duck the plug, I won't call him back Pop a Ritalin, then I get to spitting Nasty flow like a hookah twat Chase a sack like I'm J.J. Watt Step back like I'm King James Watch yourself, I'm spitting flames My dick get hard, her pussy change Guess you can call that some growing pain Bars cross you over like Kyrie I'll f*ck your bitch if you try me In charge of the shit like Ty Lou Girls ask me to screw, I say, why you Mama said eat broccoli, it's good for me So at 12, I started blowing it by the G At 15, I moved up to the OZ 16, moved to the QP And 18, time for the whole thing Put your finger in my face again, this ain't no lie You'll look like Jason Pierre Paul on the 4th of July All my bitches dick like syrup I get the Sprite, and the Robitussin, and then I stir up Promethacine, make me lean I'm always on the winning team My bitches fast like Bugattis They love to smoke, and they naughty If you see a bad bitch, say, hey, D, I found you a thottie And I'll chop like Karate