Hardo - NO LABEL lyrics
[Hardo - NO LABEL lyrics]
(Big Stoney) (Stevi killed the beat)
(It's The Rula)
It's Trap Illustrated, baby
Don't need no labels behind this shit
Everybody in my clique least got
A hundred bands way
Before we even touched down in this bitch
I'ma keep it real
Only reason your ho not cheatin' 'cause I
Ain't got time for the bitch
I'ma keep it real, you niggas
Is really not creepin', online
Just lyin' 'bout shit
Baby, I don't need a loan, shirt say VLONE
Still in the kitchen with the crack
No t-bone still in the middle of the
Trap with three phones
Right now cost six grand for three zones
Fuck a new chain, 'bout to buy me a house
Bust on her hair, pull it out of her mouth
Shе brought two straps, mine at the house
GIP nash, niggas quiеter than a mouse
Bought two MACs, let me hold one of the twins
Took a ho out, now I'm puttin' it in
Found out she broke, I ain't touch her again
Sayin' it's smoke, let it blow in the wind
I made bands with all my plugs
Then I went and made some bands with Wiz
Left the dope game, water under a bridge
I used to sell cocaine since a kid
Baby, I'm a real dope boy
Big racks fill my void
We got these bitch niggas 'noid
I got them sticks, nigga, boys
G's don't make no noise
I got your main ho moist
Bitch, I'm the wave, no Boyce
Jumped in the gang, no choice
I'm at The Flame, Rolls Royce
Wearin' my chains a choice
I ain't have shit to rejoice
You can hear the pain in my voice
I got this shit out the jar
Linx thought this shit was from Mars
I pull the strings on guitars
They'd rather see me in bars
Blue heads on me, no march
Sat at the table with starch
Baggin' up red and blue stars
Drum went and bought a new car
Don't try air somethin' out
Chopper gon' clear somethin' out
Too late to hear niggas out
Too late to spare niggas now (Trap)
It's Trap Illustrated, baby
Don't need no labels behind this shit
Everybody in my clique least got
A hundred bands way
Before we even touched down in this bitch
I'ma keep it real
Only reason your ho not cheatin' 'cause I
Ain't got time for the bitch
I'ma keep it real, you niggas
Is really not creepin', online
Just lyin' 'bout shit
(It's The Rula)
It's Trap Illustrated, baby
Don't need no labels behind this shit
Everybody in my clique least got
A hundred bands way
Before we even touched down in this bitch
I'ma keep it real
Only reason your ho not cheatin' 'cause I
Ain't got time for the bitch
I'ma keep it real, you niggas
Is really not creepin', online
Just lyin' 'bout shit
Baby, I don't need a loan, shirt say VLONE
Still in the kitchen with the crack
No t-bone still in the middle of the
Trap with three phones
Right now cost six grand for three zones
Fuck a new chain, 'bout to buy me a house
Bust on her hair, pull it out of her mouth
Shе brought two straps, mine at the house
GIP nash, niggas quiеter than a mouse
Bought two MACs, let me hold one of the twins
Took a ho out, now I'm puttin' it in
Found out she broke, I ain't touch her again
Sayin' it's smoke, let it blow in the wind
I made bands with all my plugs
Then I went and made some bands with Wiz
Left the dope game, water under a bridge
I used to sell cocaine since a kid
Baby, I'm a real dope boy
Big racks fill my void
We got these bitch niggas 'noid
I got them sticks, nigga, boys
G's don't make no noise
I got your main ho moist
Bitch, I'm the wave, no Boyce
Jumped in the gang, no choice
I'm at The Flame, Rolls Royce
Wearin' my chains a choice
I ain't have shit to rejoice
You can hear the pain in my voice
I got this shit out the jar
Linx thought this shit was from Mars
I pull the strings on guitars
They'd rather see me in bars
Blue heads on me, no march
Sat at the table with starch
Baggin' up red and blue stars
Drum went and bought a new car
Don't try air somethin' out
Chopper gon' clear somethin' out
Too late to hear niggas out
Too late to spare niggas now (Trap)
It's Trap Illustrated, baby
Don't need no labels behind this shit
Everybody in my clique least got
A hundred bands way
Before we even touched down in this bitch
I'ma keep it real
Only reason your ho not cheatin' 'cause I
Ain't got time for the bitch
I'ma keep it real, you niggas
Is really not creepin', online
Just lyin' 'bout shit