"Hard Body"
• Written by BigWAV
live from the bottom of the barrel,
it's flac with two gats,
where wigs get pushed back,
real deal / i come hard with these street raps,
big up to my team / i roll hard with those street cats,
boy i'm hot like the heat is on,
lay low from the cops when the heat is on,
but the heat was off / boy i kid you not,
it's just the flames that i'm spittin are hot, (no joke)
like a pigeon i was born to drop,
steamy shit on these niggas / like i'm growing crops,
if niggas get to snitchin i dont call the cops,
i got cats that eat rats on the spot, (fuck traps nigga)
i cock back when the beef is on,
i'm squeezin on the trigger like the sleepers on,
niggas feel the pain when their flesh gets torn,
and i don't stop bustin till the beef is gone, (take that)
batter up,
i'm making hits with no bat though,
flac keeps it poppin like balls to the mitt yo,
this is what i do,
so it is what it is so,
relay it to the back to all the niggas that don't know,
normally i won't ask that,
i thought we were past that,
i guess not,
fuck it and trash that,
i keep an eye on the income,
knots come in lump sums,
i'm rollin in the dough like a pin son,
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BigWAV
Member since August 4 2015