Lil B - Hardest To Do It lyrics
[Lil B - Hardest To Do It lyrics]
For real man, you know, Westside all day
You feel me? You
Know I'm from the Westside man
I'm from the West Coast
I'm from the world baby yeah man young nigga
From Berkeley im a OG now though
I'm a OG out here, man that shit crazy
A nigga done grew up fast but I'm
Fucking a lot of these bitches though
So that keep me straight i'ma
Tell you niggas what's up
Though real boss money shit
Know what I'm saying?
I'm the hardest rapper to do it
Rap or moving, them bitches up i slow talk
I speak on things that need patience
I'ma tax these niggas, for player hating
That's for real now, fuck them boys
I'm a rob a rapper, automatic
With that hammer
Niggas keep sleeping, but I'm no mattress
Half a million dollars
That's under the matt-
Ress my chin strapped nigga
So every time you see me, I'ma boomerang
Catch a clip hundred grand show
That's a thing you will never get
Unsigned, fuck you, big techs, big clips
Sold zips, sold pounds
Niggas snitched behind walls
Getting phony contracts
Wanna act different now
Should have killed you back then
Emotions in my right hand if I cry tonight
Some bitches gon' die tonight
Still with that bang bang
Yeah that fucking color anybody in your way
Them niggas getting ran over
I feel every nigga
But I don't fuck with them
I donate some money
Bet you won't catch me now
Niggas plotting on the boss
It's an early Thanksgiving
Niggas asking for some favors
Bitch never copped from me
So how you gonna know? That
You niggas ain't informants?
Guns in the house like
I interviewed the artist (Peter Gunz)
What's up Peter Gunz? I still see the guns
So any nigga seeing me best
Believe he seeing one and if you can't look
Best believe you'll see it coming
I stay coming up like my
Baggy jeans is flooded
Huh, you niggas is hating
Man you losing the summer
All winter my niggas ball
Like training camp coming
We make you niggas ball
You niggas need Rogaine
You don't got no game
Clapping up the whole thang
We zipping up four planes
I push that line every day
Fuck suckers man, that's the words of the day
Come play with me, I'ma tie up your bae
This is B-A-E and bitch where the safe?
Lil B naive? Even the world not safe
I'm coming with the gun, and I'm like
Where the case?
Infrared, green, take a niggas safe
Know what I'm saying? Coming with that lick
Know what I'm saying? We want that baby
I want that lick straight up
You feel me? You
Know I'm from the Westside man
I'm from the West Coast
I'm from the world baby yeah man young nigga
From Berkeley im a OG now though
I'm a OG out here, man that shit crazy
A nigga done grew up fast but I'm
Fucking a lot of these bitches though
So that keep me straight i'ma
Tell you niggas what's up
Though real boss money shit
Know what I'm saying?
I'm the hardest rapper to do it
Rap or moving, them bitches up i slow talk
I speak on things that need patience
I'ma tax these niggas, for player hating
That's for real now, fuck them boys
I'm a rob a rapper, automatic
With that hammer
Niggas keep sleeping, but I'm no mattress
Half a million dollars
That's under the matt-
Ress my chin strapped nigga
So every time you see me, I'ma boomerang
Catch a clip hundred grand show
That's a thing you will never get
Unsigned, fuck you, big techs, big clips
Sold zips, sold pounds
Niggas snitched behind walls
Getting phony contracts
Wanna act different now
Should have killed you back then
Emotions in my right hand if I cry tonight
Some bitches gon' die tonight
Still with that bang bang
Yeah that fucking color anybody in your way
Them niggas getting ran over
I feel every nigga
But I don't fuck with them
I donate some money
Bet you won't catch me now
Niggas plotting on the boss
It's an early Thanksgiving
Niggas asking for some favors
Bitch never copped from me
So how you gonna know? That
You niggas ain't informants?
Guns in the house like
I interviewed the artist (Peter Gunz)
What's up Peter Gunz? I still see the guns
So any nigga seeing me best
Believe he seeing one and if you can't look
Best believe you'll see it coming
I stay coming up like my
Baggy jeans is flooded
Huh, you niggas is hating
Man you losing the summer
All winter my niggas ball
Like training camp coming
We make you niggas ball
You niggas need Rogaine
You don't got no game
Clapping up the whole thang
We zipping up four planes
I push that line every day
Fuck suckers man, that's the words of the day
Come play with me, I'ma tie up your bae
This is B-A-E and bitch where the safe?
Lil B naive? Even the world not safe
I'm coming with the gun, and I'm like
Where the case?
Infrared, green, take a niggas safe
Know what I'm saying? Coming with that lick
Know what I'm saying? We want that baby
I want that lick straight up