Lil Baby, Marlo - 2 The Hard Way lyrics

Gambling in the hallway
Shootouts in broad day
But I gotta make it home tonight
With my dog if he wrong or right
This that foul play
This that two the hard way
This that two the hard way
This that two the hard way

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches
Serve a lot of niggas
When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road man
I fuckin' miss 'em a star with a pistol
That make me a shooting star nigga
The ninth ward god
The young nigga gon' shake
Some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar
All I know is going hard
Tryna stay above the odds
Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah

Them youngins ain't gon' play about the kid
Nah for real i know if I send the word
They gon' kill off the rip
They know they catch up big
Lil Baby I keep it real
I'm tellin' you how it is
Nigga fuck how you feel
I was in the trenches with
Three grams of blow soon as I get off this
I'm goin' to buy some more
Lose it all gambling and be dead broke
All I had was hope, now we gettin' them loads

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches
Serve a lot of niggas
When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road man
I fuckin' miss 'em a star with a pistol
That make me a shooting star nigga
The ninth ward god
The young nigga gon' shake
Some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar
All I know is going hardTryna
Stay above the odds
Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah

Push your lighter bun, get your wig split
Shoot and don't miss
A hundred racks will get your whole fam hit
Do it for my niggas down the road
They got some long beef
For the fact that they
Ain't never comin' home
Be on that fuck shit
Green Dots and J-Pay and PayPal
They gotta eat
I'm a young OG man, shit I get it every week
Ten toes on my feet, I won't fold
If I never sell a record or a song
In the trap I went gold

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches
Serve a lot of niggas
When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road man
I fuckin' miss 'em a star with a pistol
That make me a shooting star nigga
The ninth ward god
The young nigga gon' shake
Some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar
All I know is going hard
Tryna stay above the odds
Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah